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marvelouslizzie · 1 year

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are you mine?

summary: You have been seeing Bucky Barnes for while. Actually seeing doesn't cover what you two are doing but you don't know what else to call it. You just didn't give the relationship a name, yet. One day, you get a voice message and a photo from your best friend which makes you think, Bucky Barnes, the man who you fell head over heels in love with is cheating on you. Jealousy takes over.

pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

word count: 5.1K

warnings: 18+ NSFW MINORS DNI, unlabeled relationship, misunderstandings, suspected of being cheated on (BUT THERE IS NO CHEATING), jealousy, feeling insecure, unintentionally hurting the person you love, mentions of roleplaying, adult language, pet names, dirty talk, light deep-throating, fingering, unprotected sex (don't do it in real life these two know each other), emotional assurance, no mention of y/n.

a/n: This was a random idea I had and with the help of @notafunkiller and @es1dit, it turned into reality. I thank them for helping me through my writing journey, beta-reading, and even for the photos and the gif! You two are the best!

All work is mine, please do not repost or translate without my permission. Every like, comment and reblog is highly appreciated.

“Hey, girl.” Your friend's voice sounds different than usual. You wonder what’s wrong because she usually doesn’t send voice messages. “I really don’t know how to say this. I wanted to call you and explain everything, answer all your questions, but I have a meeting in five minutes.” You look at the time and see the voice message was sent more than ten minutes ago. “I thought texting is worse so I decided to go with a voice message.” She stops for a second to take a deep breath. “I really hate to be the one to tell you this. I really do. I hate to break your heart but if I were in your place, I’d like you to tell me. It’s better to know instead of getting fooled, right?” She sounds like she is trying to convince herself, not you and you can’t help but wonder what she is talking about. “Okay, here we go: I saw Bucky with a woman. They were hugging so I couldn’t see his face clearly at first. I thought the guy was just looking a lot like Bucky, so it made me stop. I thought how many guys should have this haircut? It turns out it was really Bucky. He was hugging her so tight, it was just confusing. Then after they broke the hug, she put her hand on his chest and I went ‘wait a minute, who is this redhead?’ I got my phone and right before I took the photo, he laughed so loudly. I couldn’t believe it! Bucky Barnes, the guy who gives everyone a death stare, was laughing with his whole body. I managed to take a good picture, but I could not see the face of that woman. The only thing I can say for sure is that she's a redhead. Oh, and she has an amazing body. Even from behind…” She stops for a bit when she realizes she’s praising her while telling you Bucky is cheating on you. “Sorry. I just can’t believe what I've just witnessed. I thought you should know. I’m sending the photo so you can see it with your own eyes. I’m sorry for dropping a bomb like this and running into a meeting. I promise you I will call you after I’m done with work and we will talk, alright?”

From the moment you first listened to this message, you couldn't think of anything else. You keep looking at the photo, zooming in on the woman countless times in hopes of magically figuring out who she is and how she managed to make him laugh that hard. You don't remember him mentioning meeting any woman today. Especially one that seems so close to you.

You also listen to the voice message over and over again, but nothing makes sense.

Is he... is he really seeing her behind my back?

Your heart is beating so fast, you can’t focus on your thoughts or hear anything else. Breathing becomes so hard that you feel like you are drowning. I can’t do this anymore, I can’t. You hope taking deep breaths might help, but not even that helps. It actually makes you feel even worse. You just drop your body onto the couch and suddenly you notice you aren’t afraid or anxious like you initially thought. You are just… hurt. So hurt that the pain you are feeling is actually physical. You never felt this way ever in your life.

If Bucky Barnes pointed his gun right at your face now it would hurt you less. If he shot you without blinking once, it would hurt you less because you would know for sure that he is brainwashed and turned into the Winter Soldier by someone again. And he wouldn’t be hurting you on purpose. This… Whatever this is… feels like he’s hurting you on purpose and it's unbearable.

Now, you aren’t so sure of who he is. This guy, who is hugging someone else like that and laughing, who lets another woman touch her so freely like this can not be your Bucky. Or maybe he was never yours to begin with, who knows?

You have no idea how much time passed between the moment you got this message and Bucky arrived at your place. While you are drowning in your thoughts and feelings, he lets himself in.

“Hey, doll.” He sounds really happy, which is rare and mostly when he’s around you. Now you know you aren’t the reason for his happiness and it stings. He must have had a good day with that redhead. Whoever she is.

You look at him without saying a word. That’s when you see that he’s holding a big bouquet of flowers. Your favorites. God! He is really cheating on me. He felt guilty and bought flowers on his way here, you think. While growing up, you remember hearing something over and over again: When a man feels guilty because they're cheating, they start to treat their partners better. Bucky always treated you well and bought you flowers but you aren’t in a place to think clearly anymore. You just assume he’s cheating, therefore he got you flowers to feel better about it. It’s clear as day.

“Are you okay?” He sounds concerned already because he knows how you would normally act. Whenever he arrived at your place, you ran to him and gave him a huge hug. Sometimes you literally jumped in his arms and he lifted you up with no effort. He would just hold the flowers until you got down. In the rest of cases, you would give him a kiss, thank him for the flowers, and put them in your favorite vase. But right now all you do is glare at him, taking a deep breath before standing up.

Your knees already want to just give in and let you fall, but no, you aren’t gonna go down that easily. You are going to face him first and let things play out. If you are gonna fall on your knees, it’s gonna happen when you are alone and defeated, and you can cry yourself to sleep.

“I’m not.”

“What’s wrong?” He just puts the flowers away.

“Are you cheating on me, James Barnes?” The question flies out from your lips easily. And you are surprised you managed to get it out without choking or crying.

Bucky’s expression is hard to read at first. You have no idea what it means. Then it slowly changes into something you are familiar with: concern. Anytime he is even a little bit concerned, the lines between his brows become so visible… But this time, they don’t stay that way for long. Instead, you see a little smile creeping up his lips, and a wave of anger washes over you. Before you're able to say anything, he speaks.

“Since when we are in a relationship, darling?”

Oh my fucking god! The audacity of this man!

“Excuse me?”

“I asked you: since when are we in a relationship? I thought in order to cheat on someone you have to be in a relationship first, and I don’t remember us discussing the nature of our… friendship.” The bastard sounds so smug until the last part. Then he seemed unsure for a second like he was trying to find the right word. Friendship… That wasn’t the right one for your relationship. You were friends, of course, but the word doesn’t cover it all. You were also exclusive. Or, at least, that is what you thought until now.

“I guess…” You sniff. “I had the wrong impression…” You stop again to collect yourself. “About our… friendship.”

That’s when he notices the tears in your eyes, threatening to fall down any second, but you are holding yourself back. You don’t want to cry in front of him. You don’t want him to see how much he broke you. Instead of approving what you just said, Bucky closes the distance between you two.

“Darling…” His tone has completely changed, that smugness vanishing completely. “Are you crying?” He tries to touch your face and probably wipe the tear away, but you don’t let him. With a quick step back, you put distance between you two while looking directly into his eyes.

“It’s none of your business.” The lines between his brows are back and they are deeper than ever. Confusion is written all over his face.

“Baby, I don’t understand what’s wrong. Please, talk to me.” He sounds completely broken now and you can’t believe how he could just change his emotions like that. Like there is a switch inside him and now he decided to act a bit more appropriately.

“I already told you, and your answer was clear enough.” The coldness of your voice creates a cold shower effect on him.

“Wait…” It finally sinks in. “Do you really think I am cheating on you?”

You give him a dry humorless laugh. “You've just asked me since when we're in a relationship twice and technically said it wasn’t cheating.”

“I thought you were roleplaying.” He desperately tries to get closer to you, but you raise your hand to stop him. “I had no idea you were serious.”

“Roleplaying?” You can’t believe this man. “Do you really think I would accuse you of cheating for the sake of roleplaying, James?”

“Please, stop calling me James.” He knows you only do it when you are angry. That’s why he doesn’t like it. “I don’t know. I thought…” He tries to collect his thoughts. “I thought it was a bit weird, but I was like if that’s what she wants to do, I can give it a try.” You can't believe this man. Is he really clueless or does he try to deceive you?

“Are you fucking serious?”

“Darling… I don’t know why you think that, but I would never ever cheat on you. I can never…” He chokes on the words and you finally notice he might not be lying to you. He might not be deceiving, but what about that photo? What about that redhead who made him laugh so fucking hard?

“You told me we aren’t in a relationship, Bucky.” He notices this time you didn’t call him James and that’s a good sign. Small but important. That encourages him.

“I was acting my part. I thought that’s what you wanted. Baby…” He tries to move closer once again and this time you let him. He carefully holds your hands while looking into your eyes. “From the moment you said yes to me, I considered us as a couple. I know we did not talk about it and I can see it was a huge, huge mistake, but please believe that you are the only one for me.”

“You did?” You can’t help but ask. You need to hear him say it again. You wanna believe him so much, but there are so many questions on your mind, waiting to be asked and answered.

“Of course I did. You have no idea how much it hurts me to see you believe that I could cheat on you with another woman while my heart belongs to you. Not just my heart, I belong to you. Body and soul. I’m yours, darling. Please, believe me.” This… this sounds like your Bucky. The way he talks, the way he looks at you, the way he just looks so sad and broken.

“I want to believe you, Bucky. I really do. I just can’t delete that photo from my mind. I can't stop thinking about it. That woman was touching you and you were laughing! You laugh so rarely, especially around others, and I– I just don’t know what to think anymore.”

“What photo?” He doesn’t sound defensive or blindsided, only confused.

You quickly reach out for your phone and open the photo. As soon as you turn the screen towards him, his eyes focus on it for a second, and then he bursts into laughter.

“Why the fuck are you laughing?” Your voice comes out so defensive, but you don’t even realize.

“This is Natasha!” He looks at you. “Remember? I told you about her and how we have similar experiences.”

“That’s how you two actually bonded.” You repeat the words he once said to you. God! She is Natasha. Natasha Romanoff. The woman Bucky told you about so many times because he felt like he finally found a sister. The first person who made him feel like he isn’t alone in this world. He isn’t the only one who got tortured, turned into a killing machine, then managed to get out and start over. And you just got jealous of Natasha. God, you feel like an idiot.

“Yes, exactly!” He approves. “I told you like a week ago that Natasha will be in town and we will meet for a coffee. Remember?”

“Oh god…” You let out a loud groan, remembering exactly the moment he told you, but then so many things happened during the last week. You just… forgot and made an unnecessary scene. You accused him of cheating. If things were reversed, you'd be so hurt. So fucking hurt.

You feel your cheeks burning in shame.

“You even asked me if I wanted to meet her and I just said you go ahead and tell her about me first.” He approves with his eyes and small nods. “God, I am such an idiot!”

“No, you are not.” He quickly responds. “You haven’t met her yet and in the photo… her face isn’t visible.” Then he stops for a second as something comes to his mind. “Who sent you this photo?”

Oh, shit.

“What makes you think someone sent it to me?” You don’t want to snitch on your friend, she was just trying to have your back.

“Because if you were there, you wouldn’t just take a photo and leave. You would come and call me out. Someone sent you this photo.” He stops for a second again. “Alice sent this to you, didn’t she?”

You don’t say anything, but you look guilty without intending and it’s enough confirmation for him.

“Look, I am not mad at her. You can tell me that she sent you the photo.” Your eyes meet his while he keeps talking. “I’m glad your best friend has your back. I just wish you gave me the benefit of the doubt.”

Oh. He sounds hurt again, even more than before.

“I’m sorry, Bucky.” You close the distance between you two completely. Your body is pressed against his and the warmth of him starts to calm you down. You just hope it will do the same to him. “She sent me a voice message and she sounded so… I don’t know… shaken. I couldn’t believe you could hug someone and laugh so hard with someone else. I couldn’t believe… that you would do this to me.”

“I understand that feeling, but I am just… hurt.”

“Can I make it better?” You ask immediately while reaching for his cheek. Your fingertips move towards his lips slowly. “Please, let me make it better.”

“What are you suggesting Ms. I doubt we have a relationship but I am gonna accuse you of cheating anyway?”

You laugh because of that long-ass but rightfully deserved nickname. You should've talked about your relationship with him before anything like this happened. You should’ve given him the benefit of the doubt because he never made you doubt him before. Yet the jealousy you felt was so powerful. Actually, you can still feel it. That strong sensation is inside you, running through your veins, only getting calmed down by the loving words spilled from his lips. For the first time in your life, you notice what a jealous person you are.

Instead of answering his question, you raise up on your toes and give him a kiss. Your intention is clear, but you don’t want to push him. If he needs a little time alone, he can end the kiss any second without feeling bad about it. That’s why you keep your kiss light and sweet, but in a couple of seconds, you realize that’s not what he wants.

He wraps his arms around your body and pulls you closer, then tilts his head just a little to deepen the kiss. That’s when you let a moan out for the first time. His tongue is moving so sweetly you get lost in the freaking kiss. While you are enjoying the taste of him, Bucky moves his metal hand toward your ass and grabs it a bit harshly, which instantly makes you gasp. Before you can do anything, he lifts you up with no effort. God, you love it when he does that. You quickly wrap your legs around his waist and enjoy feeling him this close to you. Despite still having your clothes on, you can feel the warmth radiating from his body. It just makes you feel safe. You wrap your arms around his neck and keep kissing him like your life depends on it. You are just glad he’s on the same page as you.

In a matter of seconds, you are on your bed waiting to find out what’s next. Usually, Bucky starts with getting you ready. That means either kisses, licks or sometimes when you are already very close to being ready, sucks. He gives you whatever you want, but this time it feels different. He moves away from you unexpectedly and takes off his shirt pretty quickly. Then he looks directly at you while his hands start to work on his belt.

“I've just realized…” He speaks while unbuckling. “I don’t think you deserve my attention yet.”

His words catch you off guard. He never said anything like this before. Deserving his attention? God… Those words make the blood rush in your veins.

“What can I do to deserve it again?”

“Well, I can think of a couple of things.” He unzips himself suggestively and oh dear god… He wants you to do something you suggested before! This man… He can’t be real.

You move closer to the edge of the bed and stand on your knees. Before he can take his pants off, you move your hand inside his boxers and gently grab him.

“Something like this?”

He lets out a low moan before answering. “Something like this.”

You push his pants and boxers down, his already hard cock bouncing a little. God… You really want to do this. You can feel your mouth watering just at the thought of it. You take him in your hand, running your fingers all over it, getting mentally ready. He is already making such delicious sounds while you are doing the most basic things. You try to imagine how he'll react when he is deep inside your mouth.

You are excited about all the possibilities, but you still take your sweet time. The first step is moving your hand away and replacing it with your lips. You don’t take him inside your mouth or give him a lick. No, you are going to start really slow. Instead, you give him kisses all over. You avoid his hard cock for a while and focus on what’s around. Then your lips move to the place where he’s aching the most. While he’s expecting more kisses, you give him a big lick, which makes him moan loudly. Even though you've just started, you already feel like a winner.

You keep teasing him with your tongue for a while until you feel ready. You look up at him before taking him inside your mouth and he gives you one of those killer smiles.

“If you wanna stop, tap on my thighs, alright?” His tone is completely different: so soft and caring, which makes you wanna try this with him even more.

“I will.”

You take a deep breath before taking him. This isn’t the first time he’s inside your mouth. This isn’t the first time you are giving him a blowjob, either, but you never took him so deep and let him fuck your mouth. Giving away all the control you have is a little scary but also exciting.

He lets you work at your own pace. You take him inside your mouth inch by inch, trying to relax and just not think much about it. Of course, that’s easier said than done, and triggering your gag reflex doesn’t take long. He takes a deep breath, trying to contain himself. His hands are already in your hair, just tangled between the strands without pulling.

“We don’t have to do this right now, you know…” He reminds you.

Hell no. You are the one who wanted to try this. You aren’t gonna give up that easily. You simply shake your head while your mouth is full and keep going. Taking another big breath through your nose and moving your head a bit more. A couple more inches of his hard cock disappear inside your mouth. That’s when you feel him touch the back of your throat.

Holy shit! Your mouth is full of him!

You look up, feeling proud of yourself. You can see it in his eyes that he’s so fucking lost in the pleasure already.

“Are you ready, doll?” The raspiness of his voice shoots strings of arousal down to your lower belly and you feel the wetness between your legs growing. You give him the confirmation with your eyes and he starts to move.

At first, it isn’t overwhelming as you imagined. It’s just a pressure you aren’t used to. You let him use your mouth however he wants, but notice that he’s still being careful. Yet the sounds he’s making just… drive you crazy. They turn you on even more and you can’t believe that’s actually possible. As he starts to move a little bit faster, getting lost because of the pleasure you feel the wetness growing even more.

“God…” He’s louder than before. “This feels– amazing. It’s… it must be– a sin to– feel this good.”

Oh, how much you wanna reply, but your mouth is too occupied for that. Instead, you whine and moan. The vibrations of the sounds amplify his pleasure for a second.

“Fuck!” He’s losing the little control he has for sure. “Your fucking mouth!” He thrusts a little harder than before and you start to feel the tears building up in the corners of your eyes. “Wet.” He trusts. “Hot.” Another thrust follows. “And mine.”

Just like that, you feel his come shooting down to your throat with a loud moan that fills you with the feeling of victory. He slowly takes himself out of your mouth and you notice how his cock is covered with thick spit. While you are trying to go back to normal, he is breathing loudly. So loud that it's all you can hear.

“That was…” He tries to speak, but his voice gives out in the middle of the sentence.

God damn, I made a super soldier lose his cool.

This isn’t the first time you did it, but it’s the first time it’s this visible.

“Good? Great? Amazing?” You play a bit arrogant thinking you deserve it.

“Earth-shattering.”

The voice in your mind instantly goes: Fuck yes!

“Does it mean I deserve your attention now?” You keep your tone as innocent as possible like you aren’t talking about sex at all.

“Definitely. Lay back.”

You love when he gets all demanding for the sake of your pleasure. You do as he says and watch him climb on top of the bed and take off your pants. He drops them without care and his middle finger finds its way between your folds over the underwear.

“Oh, poor thing.” The teasing is so fucking obvious in his voice. “You are drenched. Do you need a hand?” This time his palm slowly brushes down and god… you never needed to feel a hand so badly as you do right now. As you nod, he continues. “Let me show you how you are the only one for me then.”

He grips your underwear on both sides and suddenly takes it off. Your wetness is even more apparent now as he moves his middle finger between the folds again. It feels so damn good even without him touching your clit, but he does. He touches it so lightly, his fingertip only brushing, bringing all the wetness up so he can make you scream. You let out a deep moan, pushing yourself against his finger.

“So impatient, aren’t you?”

“I am.” you don't feel any shame. This is the man you love and you want all the pleasure he can give you.

“Since you are so honest… I won’t let you wait.” He pushes a finger inside you as he is talking and you gasp loudly in return. He moves it inside and out a couple of times before he adds the second one. “You are so fucking wet for me. You don’t even need stretching at all.”

You make an approving sound. You really would love to have his cock inside you right now but you know how talented he is with his hands. You can already feel the approaching orgasm and you desperately need it.

“I love it when you are so open like this.” He pushes his fingers a little bit harder than before. “Tell me…” He dramatically pauses for a second. “Do you want the third finger?”

“Yes!” Your answer is instant. “Please.”

“You wanna come already?�� You nod eagerly. “Alright, darling.” He pushes the third finger inside, all three brushing that extra sensitive spot now, making you see stars. You don’t even notice how you lose control. He listens to your panting and moans and lets you beg for more knowing damn well all you need is him keeping up the same pace and he’s right. In a matter of seconds, you feel the pleasure explode inside you. It takes you in, makes you swim over the clouds, and then relief washes all over you.

Bucky gradually slows down while letting you ride your orgasm until the last second. You take a couple of deep breaths and then look at his pretty face as he glances back at you with the warmest smile. Then your eyes drop down and you see he’s hard again. It doesn’t surprise you anymore like it used to. It’s one of the biggest benefits of the super soldier serum: having the best recovery time ever. His hardness waters your mouth again, but you know that it’s time for something else. You gotta do something about that wetness between your legs. Your mouth can wait.

Finally, you rise to your knees again and move on top of him.

“My little doll wants more.” He places his hands around your body, moving them slowly as he talks. “What do you want darling? You wanna ride me?”

God, the way he speaks does things to you. Over the course of the flirting phase with him, you discovered that shameless part of yourself and you don’t care anymore. You don’t care if you are being too open. You don’t feel shy to accept that you want to ride him because you know he’s there to give it to you. Whatever you want.

“Yes.” You push his chest a little knowing them well you can’t do anything unless he lets you. And he always lets you. He falls on his back voluntarily. “Just enjoy the show.”

“Oh, I will.” He smirks and puts both of his hands behind his back, getting comfortable.

“No, no, no.” You reach for his hands and bring them to your breasts. “I want you to touch me.”

“Gladly.” He squeezes both of them before you move up a little. You open up a bit of space between you two, grabbing his cock and aligning it to your entrance, and with one swift movement he’s balls deep inside you.

“Fuck–ing hell.”

All you can do is moan as you feel so deliciously full and stretched even without moving at all. Your hands are on his chest, trying to support yourself while getting used to the feeling of him inside you.

“Move, darling.” He sounds so impatient, so wrecked, so needy.

After a couple of breaths, you start to move slowly with your hands still on his chest, helping yourself keep the slow pace you are building. It feels so good, so fucking good to be on top. Not only do you feel full of him, but you are also fully in control. He’s a big strong man, much more stronger than any other and yet he just lays down and lets you do whatever you want to him. You wanna ride him? You can. You wanna torture him? You can. The power you have over him makes you feel invincible.

His hands are all over you: massaging your nipples, caressing your tummy and grabbing your waist. When you start to move a little bit faster, his hands settle on your ass, trying to help you very subtly. It may be subtle for him but it makes a huge difference for you as he starts to hit the right spot inside you. You feel it and he definitely feels it because he makes sure to do it over and over again. Both of you are shaken because of the pleasure such a small change creates. Your moans get louder while he’s taking sharp breaths to hold himself back.

“I’m– I’m gonna–”

“I know, baby.” Your answer is quick because you can clearly see how the veins on his neck are extra visible and how his eyes are rolling back in pleasure. He doesn’t have to say it. You already know. “Me too.”

That’s all the confirmation he needs as you gear up. When the first wave of your orgasm hits, he stops holding back. Instead, he starts to thrust back while you're still moving.

“Fuc– Bucky!” The words slip out without intending. It feels so fucking good.

“Keep going! Keep going!” He instructs while thrusting inside you. In a matter of seconds, you are both moaning loudly.

“Oh, fuck!” He curses before he starts to spill inside you. He keeps going, just to prolong your orgasm, and what an orgasm it is! As you hold on to him, you feel breathless. He watches you as you get down from that high, tired but looking blissed out.

“You are so fucking pretty.” He closes the distance between you two and gives you a messy, sloppy kiss. “And you are mine. All mine.”

“And are you?” You ask while still breathing heavily. “Are you mine?”

“All yours, darling. As long as you want me.”

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Christmas Catastrophe

Warnings: fire, let me know if I missed any :)

Pairings: BAU x reader platonic

Request: Criminal Minds

Request by: @bringinsexybackk69

*not my gif*

Summary: Things go very, very wrong when you and your team try to prepare for a holiday party

A/N: Welcome to day 8 of Book Places 12 Days of Christmas Celebration

Please don’t plagiarize my work, you may reblog if you like but I’m asking that you don’t steal my hard work

“Oven on fire! Oven on fire! I repeat: the oven is on the fire!” Penelope screeched, stumbling away from the burning object as the rest of you came charging into the room.

“I gave you one instruction!” You yelled over the rapid sound of the fire alarm as you quickly took towels and waved them around while you jumped to try and clear the air of smoke, “Don’t burn my house down! How hard is that for you to try and do?”

Derek was quick to grab the fire extinguisher and open the oven before spraying all the white foam into it.

“Roughly two hundred fires are started on Christmas each year,” Reid coughed out, “But those are from trees, not burnt food!”

“Okay, okay, everyone calm down,” JJ spoke, taking charge alongside Morgan, “We just have to make sure this fire gets out.”

You, Penelope, and Spencer all scrambled to open up some windows to fan out the house and JJ and Morgan put the last of the fire out.

When the fire alarm finally stopped blaring, you all turned and glared at Penelope, who gave a small shrug of her shoulders and squeaked out, “Oops?”

Morgan ran a hand down his face and sighed, “Remind me again why we agreed to let her do the cooking?”

“Because I normally don’t burn things.” She exclaimed with a pout and the cross of her arms.

Emily then walked in holding a cake, only to stop in her tracks and look back and forth between all of you in your disheveled states with wide eyes, “I left you all for five minutes and you managed to do what exactly?”

You sighed dramatically, “You don’t even want to know.” You threw Garcia a playful wink so that she knew that you were all just messing with her and weren’t really mad, to which she let out a long breath of relief.

“What should we do about the dinner now, though?” Spencer asked, and all your heads slowly turned to the burnt dishes in front of you.

-•-

“Go! Go! Go!” You screamed, pushing a shopping cart down the aisle as fast as you could, ignoring the people that jumped out of your way and the judging glares you received from them.

Penelope and Spencer jogged right beside you, grabbing and throwing random things into the cart that would be used to remake the dinner as quickly as possible.

“Come on, guys,” Derek stressed through speaker phone, “Hotch and Rossi will be here really soon, we have to make sure this is ready by then.”

The three of you picked up your pace even more, if that was possible, scaring a young worker half to death at the check out as you begged him to hurry up before making your way back to your home.

You threw open the door and made a beeline to the kitchen.

Morgan, JJ, and Emily immediately followed behind you and helped get to work immediately with the others.

Everyone had a job, any job- besides Garcia, who was banned from working at the oven- and you all rushed through making a dinner that very well should have taken at least two hours.

Right as you guys put the final trays on the counter, a knock rang through your home, bouncing off the walls before it reached your ears.

You all froze, glancing back and forth at one another and the food before all slowly making your way towards the door.

When you opened it, Hotch and Rossi blinked once at the guilty looking sea of people before their eyes narrowed, “What happened?” Hotch asked automatically.

“Nothing! Nothing!” Penelope examined all too quickly, causing you to slap a hand over your face.

“Everything is completely normal!” Reid continued, causing JJ to face palm as well.

They looked back and forth between all of you once more before Rossi shrugged and stepped in, “Whatever, I’m hungry.”

You led them both in, only for everyone to freeze in their tracks as the familiar screeching fire alarm filled your ears.

“We did it again!” The six of you screamed in panic, stumbling your way back to the kitchen and leaving behind and confused Aaron and David who shared a glance as they listened to you all scream and scramble around the kitchen.

They both shrugged, moving to take a seat on the couch and turned the television on, settling back as they allowed you all to panic by yourselves.

“Do you think it’s a bad time to tell them that we forgot the pie?” Rossi asked.

“Eh,” Hotch shrugged, “They’ll figure it out eventually.”

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𝒎𝒚 𝒌𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒏 (ma chaton)

valentine's day masterlist - car sex & sex in the woods

summary - your boyfriend jake takes you rollerskating for valentine's day.

warning - slight angst.

the gif and headers I use aren't mine.

Warnings and Reminders - Please do not plagiarise, copy, repost/republish, adapt, or translate any of my work on any social media platforms, apps, or third-party sites. The only platforms I post my work on are: Tumblr and Wattpad. I do not own any character of any franchise (Marvel etc.) All my works are fiction and may be dark or triggering content: READ ALL WARNINGS BEFORE PROCEEDING.

“Hey, kitten, are you ready to go?” Jake stops and stares, his mouth dropping open as he looks at your outfit. Drool is practically coming out from his mouth, his eyes slowly dragging down your body, taking in the pretty short white dress with light grey flowers. “Maybe we should stay home? I mean, we could go out tomorrow?”

You giggle, pushing your glasses up as you look at your tall boyfriend. “No, baby. You promised me something special for today… And I finally get to wear my new dress.” You pout, giving him your best puppy dog eyes.

Jake pouts, looking at you sadly. “Aren’t I something special? And I could think of a few things we could do while your in that dress.” He moves closer to you, wrapping his arms around your waist and staring at your face. “What do you say, kitten?” He watches sadness fill your eyes as a sigh escapes you. You nod, about to pull away to get ready to stay home yet again, until Jake pulls you back. “I’m joking, kitten. C’mon, we have places to be.”

You look up at him sceptically. “Are you sure? You seemed like you really wanted to stay home.” He leans down and places a kiss on your head, dragging you along and out of the room, an arm securely wrapped around your waist.

“Shh, kitten. I don’t want my baby to be upset. I’d do anything to make you happy.” He smiles, pressing a kiss to the side of your head before opening the car door for you and clipping your seatbelt. Jake quickly jogs to the other side and gets in, one hand resting on your thigh and the other on the steering wheel as he drives. “You’ll love what I picked!” He smiles, pulling into the parking lot of the place.

A giant smile appears on yours as you notice the flashing sign. “You’re taking me rollerskating?!” Jake nods, and you squeal, quickly unbuckling your seatbelt before you dive across and onto his lap. Smothering his handsome face with kisses, “Oh, baby! I love you so much!” Jake smirks, cupping your cheeks as his lips move with yours.

He pulls back and reaches into the backseat, smiling as he grabs the box and brings it to the front. “I got you these as well!” You gasp as he opens the box, showing a pair of pastel pink rollerskates.

You reach forward and grab them, tearing up a little. “Baby… They’re so pretty! Thank you!” You peck his lips before the both of you decide to get out of the car and head inside the building. Jake comes around and holds your hand, helping you put your shoes on before putting his on.

As the two of you skate, he holds onto you as you both make cool moves. You break into a bunch of giggles as he falls over. Jake glares playfully, getting up and chasing you. “Oh yeah, kitten? You think that was funny? Wait till I catch you!”

“Ahh, no! Jake! Don’t you dare!” You giggle more, skating away from him. A squeal escapes you as he catches you, wrapping his arms around your body and pulling you close to him. Jake attacks you with kisses and tickles. “Okay! Okay!”

He pulls back and smiles down at you. “I love you, kitten.”

You rest your hands on his chest and smile up at him. “I love you too, baby.”

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Golden

"You got that look in your eyes, eyes. I can tell you had bad dreams last night. Let me me take you in my arms, you can cry, cry. Let me love you 'til you feel alright." - Sia

Rhys and Fiona are faced with the "and there was only one bed" trope, but they're both mature enough to get through this like respectable adults. Rhys plays it cool, lying in bed next to his crush, and falls asleep with her by his side. Everything is fine, until it isn't.

Written for Rhyiona Week 2023 with the prompt "dream/fortune"

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"Don't make it weird, Rhys," said the half clothed vault hunter.

Rhys was trying really hard to not make it weird, but how could he help himself when Fiona appeared at the bedroom door, the light from the hallway shining in from behind her as she flicked the switch for the bedroom lights, plunging the room into dark shadows. Her vault hunting suit and gear were gone, and she looked impossibly gentle and vulnerable in her large t-shirt and bare legs. No hat, of course, and her face was clear of any make-up. She looked... Soft. Which he knew she wasn't, not even in the slightest - but it didn't stop his heart from beating faster.

Strange how she wore less than him, yet he was the one to feel so under-dressed in his t-shirt and pajama bottoms. He was about to share a bed with one of his closest friends and secretly his biggest crush, and he somehow felt that maybe his galaxy themed pants and plain white shirt (with the right sleeve removed) was less than impressive. Though honestly, he'd bet his favorite pair of socks that the slightly older woman couldn't possibly care less about his bedtime attire.

Fiona, the hardened con woman and Pandora native. Fiona, the woman who told a man wielding a knife to her throat that his facial hair was truly depressing. Fiona, who had stood up to a wall of monitors and faced Handsome Jack himself and never so much as batted an eye at his threats. Fiona, who had raced him to the vault, stepped side by side with him inside, and smiled up at him while agreeing that they made a good team. Fiona, fearless vault hunter and a cool badass all around, hesitated in the doorway as she smoothed a hand down her baggy shirt.

She looked unsure and that was something Rhys could never abide by. He pushed himself up to his elbows, ready to leave if she even hinted at it. "I could still go sleep on the couch if that would-"

She waved his words off, scoffing lightly as she finally approached the bed. "I already told you that I was fine sharing the bed with you... As bougie as that couch is, it's designer, so it's more decorative than functional, and therefore not meant to be slept in. Truth be told, I don't wanna hear you whining about your back tomorrow morning."

Her silhouette outlined by the light behind her came closer as she reached for the edge of the covers. She peeled back the corner of the comforter and slid into bed beside him.

'Act cool Rhys, act cool,' he thought as he forced himself to lie down flat on his back and stare at the darkened ceiling. He politely folded his hands over his stomach, doing his best to keep from fidgeting. He hoped she couldn't feel the heat from the blush burning his cheeks. 'Yep, cool as a cucumber.'

A fluffy pillow was placed purposefully beside his left arm, and he looked over to Fiona's side to see her adjusting the pillow she was placing between them.

"This is in case you might feel inclined to wander over to my side during the night. This should keep you in your place and from getting too close."

He raised a brow and then idly wondered if she could even see it in the semi-darkness of the bedroom. "A barricade? Really?"

The Pandoran narrowed her eyes at him, or at least he thought she did. This low light was really hindering reading facial expressions right now. "You forget that I know what you're like when you're sleeping. You might be the president of Atlas, but you're also the president of drool city. Unlike you, I like to stay nice and dry while I sleep."

The president of drool city rolled his eyes, suddenly feeling less nervous about this bed sharing scenario. "Okay, sure. Whatever you say, president of snoring town. You should hear yourself- snork MIMIMIMIMI-"

"At least I don't have to wake up in the middle of the night to rehydrate. How many pillows do you go through a week, Rhys? How does it feel to wake up to a sopping wet pillow-"

"Ooooh, don't get me started! You know, the first time I heard you snore, I thought a hungry baby ratch had somehow gotten into the caravan-"

"Rhys. I will take this pillow and smother you with it if you don't shut up."

"...And on that note, good night." He turned onto his side, back facing the woman in his bed. Their bed? Whatever.

From behind him, he heard Fiona's sigh and the rustle of the sheets as she settled in for the night. After a long quiet moment where the only sound between them was their breathing, a soft "Good night," from her side of the bed made the young CEO smile despite himself.

"Sleep tight, don't let the bed bugs drown in your drool tonight."

Rhys' grin grew at the sound of the smile in her voice. Nothing like engaging in a pointless argument to break the nervous tension between them. "Don't worry, your snoring will scare them away."

A moment passed before a pillow gently thwapped against the side of his head, followed by the sound of exaggerated rustling from the other side of the bed. Fiona tugged on their shared comforter as she tried to get comfortable and he playfully tugged back.

"Quit it," she admonished, her voice wavering with the effort of suppressing her laughter.

"You first," he countered, his glee evident even though he ultimately relented his grip on the covers.

She huffed from somewhere behind him and purposefully shoved the barricade pillow closer against his back, before rolling herself up in more than her fair share of sheets.

Rhys couldn't be happier, and that night he fell asleep with a smile on his face.

The next morning he sat at the marble island in the modern kitchen, sipping on some coffee as he scrolled through his morning news feed. The coffee was ridiculously sweet, just as he preferred, and he couldn't wait for Fiona to wake up so they could start their day together.

He threw together a quick breakfast by cutting open a fresh bagel and slathering some creamed cheese and fruit preserves on both halves. He procrastinated on taking his dishes to the sink, so the empty plate speckled with crumbs and a smear of fruit spread sat next to the serrated knife by his overly sweetened drink.

Reaching for his mug with his mechanical hand, he glanced away from his ECHO device and over to his hand, as it wasn't functioning properly. Instead of reaching for his mug, his hand just sort of froze in place. Tilting his head in concern, Rhys tried flexing his fingers and after a moment, the cybernetic limb did exactly that.

'Hm, maybe a wiring or connection problem. I'll have to check it out before we leave,' he thought, looking over his silver arm and wondering over this peculiar issue.

Purposefully reaching out towards his drink, he felt slight relief as his mechanical arm flexed and stretched out to do exactly what he intended. His metal digits curled around the handle of the cup and lifted it to his mouth. Except that halfway up to his face, his arm froze again.

"Okay, I see that I need to tend to you now," he groused out loud, frowning in consternation at his robotic arm. His ECHO device was set off to the side, and he reached over to try and extract his mug from his immovable grasp. But trying to pry the metal fingers off of the porcelain handle was proving to be impossible.

After a few moments of struggling to free his cup, Rhys withdrew and sat staring down at his right hand with a mixture of deep concern and irritation. At this rate, he'd probably have to wake Fiona up and get her assistance - an extra pair of hands would really help, or at least he hoped so.

Sighing, he moved to slide off the bar stool when his hand suddenly opened and dropped his mug, the cup rolling across the counter top with coffee spilling across the gleaming white surface.

"Shit!" he cried out, thankful that his coffee was almost gone and more warm than hot as it splattered on his clothes.

He moved to jump out of his seat, or he would have, but his mechanical hand was gripping the edge of the counter, keeping him in place. He realized this and tried to remain calm. His cybernetics were malfunctioning and acting in strange ways he didn't permit, which was very, very dangerous. Focusing on trying to unfurl his grasp, Rhys frowned as frustration grew when his hand did not release the counter top.

He had to remove his right arm to preform a maintenance check on it, but he would need Fiona's help to get it off. It could be dangerous, but the sooner his arm was detached, the sooner he could fix the problem. He turned to face the hallway that lead down to the bedroom, parting his lips to call her name.

"Hey there cupcake..."

Stone cold shock froze Rhys in place, dread freezing the air in his lungs. Every muscle was primed to run, to get as far away as he could.

"You really thought it was gonna be that easy...?"

But there was no escaping the voice in his head.

"You tried so hard to get rid of me. But you forgot something very crucial, sweetness. I'm Handsome motherfucking Jack. And you," Rhys' metal grip released the edge of the counter, flying over to meet his other hand, pinning one of his human fingers back until something soft and delicate snapped. The pain was explosive, making Rhys cry out agony. "You're my special little meat puppet. And I'm gonna have so much fun with you."

"Please-" but Jack used Rhys' right hand to bend back another finger on his left, the fragile bone breaking easily under the mechanical pressure. The pain was just as bad the second time around, and Rhys doubled over, hunched over the cool marble before him as the pain flared and nausea roiled in his gut.

"What should I do to you first, hm? How about we start off by taking that little knife there and forcing you to skin your own dick. When we're all done, I think I'll have you cut out your own heart. See, you gotta start by breaking the ribs, then severing each major artery... When I make you pull it out of your chest, it's still gonna be pumping blood. How sick is that?"

"Rhys...?"

Everything in Rhys stilled, including Jack.

'NOnononono, please- please!'

"Hey, you alright? I thought I heard you shout, can't a girl get some rest around here...?"

"Oh Rhysie..."

The vault hunter's voice was soft and her pace unhurried as she padded over to him. She noticed the spilled coffee across the marble, the puddle leaking off the edge closest to him. "Hey, did you burn yourself?" Her words carried more urgency then before, and she reached out to put a hand on his shoulder. "Rhys, I sleep in a bit and somehow you manage to get into trouble, what am I gonna do with you?"

She hurried over to the sink, running the tap before returning to his side with a cold, damp rag. "Here, let me see where you burned yourself. You know I'm never gonna let you live this down, right? Unbelievable," she groused, but there was no heat in her words, only a teasing lilt to cover the underlying concern. "Rhys, come on, sit up, I can't see anything with you curled over like this."

Rhys opened his mouth to tell her to run, to get away, that Jack was here - but what came out were not his words. "Yeah... Got a real bad burn, sorry! Guess I wasn't paying attention."

His body sat upright, his metal hand covering the broken fingers on his left in such a way that it looked casual. He felt his mouth stretch into a forced smile and he hated it, it felt so superficial - it felt like a mask.

'Please don't hurt her- I'll- Look. Listen Jack, okay? I'll do whatever you want, just leave Fiona alone. Please, please don't hurt her, please, I'll do anything, really, I mean it, please-'

"...Rhys?" Fiona was watching him with curious eyes, sensing something was off, but writing it off as pain from a burn. She glanced over him and noticed flecks of coffee over his clothes and his hands folded on his lap, but nowhere could she see where he was injured. "Where did you get burned? I don't see..."

"Remember when I sat, begging you for my life on my knees? And you stood there, staring down at me like I was nothing?"

"Rhys? Hey-"

Rhys continued to smile even as tears raced down his face. 'Fiona...'

"And I promised you that I would make you suffer for daring to betray me. Well I keep my promises, pumpkin."

"Rhys, if it hurts this bad, let me call an ambulance-"

"Poor, sweet Fiona... She'll never see it coming."

Rhys lifted his mechanical hand up to Fiona's worried face, brushing her messy hair back with a feather-light touch. She was still searching his face with worry pinching her brow, because he was still smiling even with tears streaming from his eyes.

"Fiona... This is for Rhys."

The vault hunter had a moment of pure confusion before her throat was seized by the grip of the cybernetic hand. Her eyes flew open as she grabbed at the metal wrist. Jack let Rhys have his face and voice back, and Rhys immediately told her, "There's a knife by my ECHO - use it!"

Her hand immediately scrambled across the counter, but of course Jack wouldn't let her succeed. Using the grip he had on her neck, he threw her down to the tiled floor, puppeting Rhys' body to straddle her struggling one, pinning her down with his weight. He readjusted his grip as she flailed beneath Rhys, trying to buck him off as she struggled to breathe.

"Fiona, hurt me! Do what you can to get me off, don't let him win! Fight me, please!" he cried desperately, watching through his tears as she writhed helpless underneath him.

Jack's laughter rang in the back of his mind as Fiona tried to find a weakness in his arm, anything she could use to disengage Rhys' robotic limb. But her struggles were weakening as Jack squeezed harder, cutting off her air supply.

"Jack please! Anything, I'll do anything!"

"There's only one thing I want you to do, Rhys."

Fiona's eyes were losing focus and her grip on his arm was weakening, her hands falling slack and dropping off.

"I want you to suffer."

With the last of her strength, she mouthed Rhys' name and he could almost hear the final rasp of her voice over his sobbing.

"Rhys... Rhys...?"

Rhys' eyes snapped open and he looked around wildly. He found Fiona leaning close to him, concern on her features and he immediately scuttled away, the need to put distance between them was instinctive and paramount.

He scurried away from her in such a rush that his hand slipped off of an edge and he went tumbling down the side. He hit the floor and the spike of pain that followed helped clear his thoughts as he scrambled back against the curtains of the floor to ceiling windows. With his heart pounding and sweat slick on his body, he glanced around and took in the messy bed and dark room, and Fiona coming around the corner of the bed to watch him with worried eyes.

It was a dream? No, she looked exactly like that when Jack...

Jack.

Rhys looked down at his mechanical arm and quickly went through the process of separating it from his body. When his metal arm disconnected from its main drive, he unhooked it and tossed it away, watching it tumble across the carpet and further into the darkened room. He shuddered, slinging his tattooed arm over his chest and clutching his now empty right shoulder.

Curling into himself and trying to banish the nightmare from his mind (Fiona's terrified face, her frantic grip-), Rhys concentrated on this reality, trying to ground himself to the truth.

The feel of the soft carpet beneath his bare feet, the silky fabric of the curtain that fell around him like a cloak, and the glass window cold at his back through the sleek material.

He felt Fiona settle down on the floor across from him, and he looked up to see her lean back against the side of the bed, her right leg outstretched towards him. She watched him carefully but said nothing, her jade eyes so arresting in the near-dark. Gradually, he relaxed his posture enough to allow himself to straighten out his legs, his right leg taking place alongside hers.

She nudged his calf with her bare foot gently. "Bad dreams?"

After a moment, he nodded, silent. His features taut with the memory of his unconscious visions. The Pandoran regarded him carefully, before sighing softly to break the silence.

"When...I was a little girl, I used to be afraid of rabbits."

The words seemed to come from out of nowhere, and it took the company man a moment to understand what exactly she was saying. He looked up at her in consideration, his arm still slung over his chest as if to console himself.

Fiona continued on.

"Yeah, can you believe it? I saw them as just, so monstrous when I was a kid. They were so fast, fast enough to catch you if you tried to run. And long ears, so they could hear you coming from a mile away. But the worst of all were their teeth - especially these up front." She pointed to her own mouth before she brought her other leg up to hug it, keeping her right leg stationed next to his. "Those teeth could bite through anything, bones and all. I used to..."

Here she scoffed, a look of embarrassed disbelief crossing her features as she looked down and away from his eyes. "I used to think that one day, I would have to protect Sasha from a rabbit - or, God forbid, rabbits - because she was so small. I was small too but she was just this little thing, couldn't even talk yet. Well, not real words anyway, just you know, baby sounds. Anyway. She was this little nugget," Fiona smiled here, lost in the distant memory of when her only sibling was still infantile. "And I thought that a rabbit was just about her size. It could eat her up in just a few bites. One, two, and she'd be gone. I told myself that I'd never let that happen to her, no matter how scared I was of rabbits. I made a vow and everything, even wrote it on some paper or something. Signed my name, or tried to anyway. Probably just a scribbled mess."

The Pandoran waved it away, bringing herself back to the present as she lifted her eyes and met his. "I had nightmares about them for years, even after Sasha was old enough to start conning on her own. But do you wanna know what the funny thing is?"

Rhys nodded, silent, his features no longer set in despair, but not quite himself just yet.

Fiona grinned, her cheeks heating up in embarrassment. "The last of the rabbits died out about a full decade before I was even born. So... There are no rabbits on Pandora. Not any more."

The corner of his mouth kicked up in the beginnings of an incredulous smile, and Fiona snickered at how ridiculous she used to be. She ran a hand through her bedhead, realized how messy it must look, and proceeded to try and smooth it down somewhat. She glanced up at Rhys to catch him watching her with a tender expression, a soft smile on his face.

Fiona was not good at dealing with emotions - her own and especially not anyone else's. But Rhys was her friend, maybe even her best friend... Maybe even more if she let herself examine just how much he meant to her. So as she watched him, taking in the sweat drying on his pale skin and his wavy hair in disarray, she felt her heart break for him and foolishly wished she could take his pain as her own. Instead, all she could do for now was console him as best she could.

"Do you...wanna talk about it?"

He glanced off to the side, avoiding her gaze and remaining non-verbal, and so she took that to mean no. Eventually he dragged his eyes back over to her, before bypassing her and zeroing in on his artificial limb.

"Can you-" His voice was rough, so he cleared his throat and tried again. "Can you get my arm for me?"

She pushed herself up and walked over to his mechanical arm, bending down to pick it up. She was a bit surprised at how heavy it was, then remembered struggling to boost Rhys up and a stray comment from him about his arm contributing to his weight. She stood and made it back to him, lowering herself down by his side. She offered his arm to him when he made no move to take it.

"Turn it over, to the other side."

She figured he was trying to teach her how to reattach his arm, probably because he would have a hard time doing it with one hand. (She didn't ask why he removed it so violently in the first place.) So she turned it over like he suggested, until he told her to stop. His arm sat in her lap, the open connector on his shoulder joint facing up. She could see prongs and recesses, areas where his main body could easily slot into. She never understood his cybernetic enhancements but he seemed happy with them, so she never questioned how it all worked.

"There's a concealed button just under the rim of the shoulder joint, can you see it?"

Fiona peered over the silvery finish of his arm, checking closely around the rim like he said. She found a rectangular piece that was small enough to be easily overlooked. "This?" She pointed at it with a turquoise tipped nail.

"Yeah, remember where that is. Now turn the upper half of the arm again, so the top is facing up."

She twisted the heavy metal in her lap until his arm bent at the elbow and his upper arm was vertical. His lifeless robotic hand was now splayed over her bare thigh, palm cool against her skin, and she was trying very hard to Not Think About It.

"Beneath the largest metal plate, there's a small depression hidden underneath that you should be able to slide your fingers into. Try it."

The vault hunter did as instructed, feeling carefully along the edge of the largest plate, before trying to fit her fingers underneath its edge. After a moment where nothing was giving, she was finally able to press her fingertips inside a set of indentations that seemed like they were meant for fingertips to occupy.

"What do you feel?"

"It's this sort of slot? Like a slot for each individual finger."

"Okay, good. Now keep your fingers in there and press the button you found earlier."

Reaching around with her other hand, Fiona pressed the button and felt very briefly a shift against her fingers. She tilted her head as Rhys said, "Now press and hold the button."

She did as instructed and this time the shift against her fingers held, but she didn't understand the importance to any of this. "Okay, what now? What is the point to all this?"

"I wanted you to know how to take my arm off in case... In case you ever need it. For, whatever reason."

She frowned in confusion as he reached out and took ahold of his cybernetic arm, slotting it against his open connector and quite easily securing his arm back into his shoulder socket.

He held his arm out towards her again. "Try to disarm me."

Fiona wanted to ask questions, but the tight look in his eyes had returned. So she reached around where metal met flesh and found the concealed button on the underside of his arm. She slipped her fingers underneath the plate, pressed and held the button, and gently pulled. The full weight of his mechanical arm disconnected and sat in her hands, once again separate from his body.

Rhys let out a deep sigh, some relief seeming to ease the tension in his face and body. "Good. Good... We'll have to practice some more, to see how fast you can remove it. Just in case."

"Hey, this is interesting and all, but do you think that maybe we can save that for later? It's like four in the morning right now. And you might run on overly sweet coffee but that's not quite the same for me."

"Oh, yeah, uhm-" he blinked rapidly, seeming to come back from wherever his thoughts had taken him. "You're right, you're right, it is pretty late... I'm- I'm sorry..."

"Hey..." Fiona reached out, taking his clammy left hand into her own and giving him a reassuring squeeze. "Nothing to apologize for. But we should get some more rest while we can."

She smiled softly at him, and the gentle expression over her features made him want to reach up and touch her in reverence. But as his mechanical hand neared her face, he flinched, and quickly lowered his hand, withdrawing the other one from her hold. It struck the Pandoran as odd, but she could glean enough from his reactions to have an idea of what his nightmare had included. Deciding that she'd have to be the one to take action, she pushed herself up and offered a hand down to help him up.

He hesitated for a long moment, before gingerly taking her hand in his robotic one. He quickly righted himself and his grip was gone from hers faster than a quick shot, and she tried not to let it affect her feelings.

He reached over and once again detached his right arm, striding across the room to settle it on top of the mostly cluttered desk. Its muted metallic gleam sat above various papers and diagrams, the sleek shape of it acting as an overly expensive paperweight. He turned back to face her, his expression slightly sheepish as he said, "I'll leave it here for a bit, just in case..."

Fiona didn't want to prod him when he was still obviously skittish, so she simply inclined her head and shifted to face the mattress. She began righting the sheets, fluffing the pillows before setting everything back in its place. Without looking back at him, she crawled in under the covers and nestled down on her side of the bed. She stretched and let out an exaggerated yawn as a way to dispel the awkward vibes coming from Rhys.

After a moment, he joined her, slipping under the covers and laying on back, his body stiff with a tension he couldn't shake. Sighing, the vault hunter rolled over onto her back, reaching over the pillow the separated her from her bedfellow, her searching fingers coming into contact with his tattooed forearm. She heard him hold his breath in suspense, but as her seeking touch trailed down his arm, he hesitantly allowed his arm to turn towards her skimming fingertips. She reached the back of his hand, the ridges of his knuckles prominent against the curious touch of her fingers. She shifted her hand and slipped her palm against his, slotting her fingers in the spaces between his own. Instinctively, he clutched at her, holding her hand securely with his.

"Don't you ever mention this to anyone," she spoke into the dark, and though it was a threat of sorts, its severity was lost in the gentle swip of her thumb over the back of his hand.

"Mhmm," he hummed, a tender smile stretching across his face.

"I mean it, Rhys."

"Yeah, I know." He closed his eyes and let himself concentrate on the way her hand fit into his perfectly. He heard her light scoff, and he squeezed her firmly in his grip. She responded by squeezing back.

Rhys allowed himself to push away the remnants of his nightmare, wanting to fully indulge in the comfort Fiona was willing to provide (even if she would deny it in the daylight hours). She kept a snug hold on his hand throughout the night, and her touch was his anchor as sleep eventually took over him again.

When his subconscious shifted and he dreamed again, all he could recall was Fiona's grip on his hand leading him somewhere safe.

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windhamsrotunda · 1 year

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Doing a tiktok with Christian Cage headcannon:

Author's Note: Here is a fluffy / humorous Christian headcannon that I promised you guys as of yesterday which I didn't get to do. Apologies for the late post 🤧

Warnings: None, just pure fluff and really bad humor (finally I did a headcannon without any smut lol)

"Christian, let's do a tiktok!" You cheerfully announced to your boyfriend, who was reading a book in the corner of the living room.

"Tiktok?" He asked, his blue eyes widening and his brows raised. "You know I'm too old to dance, I might either get made fun of or break something."

A laugh came out of you

"You are never too old to have a little fun with your girlfriend, come on, if I have faith in you, you should have faith in yourself!"

He flashed a little smile

"Okay, my dear. One tiktok won't hurt." He replied, setting his book down and walking over to you.

"Yay!" You jumped up and down in excitement, grabbing your phone and searched through tiktok dances before you and him started the video.

You clicked on a random tiktok, and showed it to him for his approval.

***insert tiktok video of Run It! by Chris Brown*** (y'all don't take me seriously 😭)

You watched his facial expression go from normal to amusing.

"y/n! Seriously? I can't bend down that far on my hands and shake my butt at the same time." He busted out laughing, "Hold on, I need a second."

You crossed your arms against your chest playfully, puffing out your bottom lip.

"Are you done laughing, Mr. Captain Charisma? I know the dance looks too silly, but we can try to do it." You suggested

"Fineee." He grinned, "anything for you, love. But promise me under one condition, you won't post it?"

"I promise. it'll be only for you and me to see."

You pressed the countdown button starting from 10 all the way down to 1.

*Take 1*

With Christian standing next to you, you began the dance first.

A laugh erupted out of him watching you, he attempted to bend down far to do the next step of the dance but ended up falling flat on his face.

(Poor Christian)

"Oh my God! Are you okay?"

The video stopped as soon as you asked him if he was okay.

"Yeah, told you I was gonna break something." He got up, brushing himself off with his hands and laughing it off like nothing happened.

"Take 2?"

"As long as I don't fall again, then sure, why not?"

Kissing him on the cheek, you restarted the video.

*Take 2*

Trying again, he started first.

*insert gif, pretend its Christian doing the "Run It" dance but in his version below*

"Get it, Christian!" You applauded, following his lead.

"How did we do?" Christian asked in curiosity, rubbing the back of his neck.

Showing him the video, he was in shock.

"We... we did much better." He began to say, "at least I didn't fall again,"

You playfully slapped him on the shoulder.

"Either way, you're a great dancer." Praising your boyfriend, you planted a small kiss on his lips. "You never fail to make me smile."

"Thank you y/n," he replied, softly placing his lips onto yours. "I think you are a better dancer than I am, but all I can say is that was fun."

Smiling from ear to ear, you wrapped your arms around his neck, kissing him once more.

"So lucky to have a man like you in my life who can put up with my silliness."

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Chapter XIV: Holiday Cheer

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warnings/tags: SMUT (minors DNI!), handcuffs, stoplight system, soft!dom eddie, switch!reader, oral (m & f receiving), unprotected p in v (wrap that shit like a xmas present!!!), eddie munson x gn!afab!reader, mentions of broken families, minor angst, lots of sweet fluff, a warm fuzzy holiday chapter just in time for xmas!

a/n: Here it is, folks. The last installment of New Kid (well, before i write the epilogue.) I really am so grateful to everyone that’s been reading along,and all the sweet messages i’ve received these past months when i publish new chapters. this isn’t over! i’m coming back with an angsty vengeance! i hope this holds you over til then, though. comments and reblogs are greatly appreciated, and mean the world. happy holidays, friends! Disclaimer: I do not give permission to have my work reposted on other sites. Reblogs are more than welcome, but please inform me if you find my work elsewhere unless otherwise stated.

Your POV

(smut)

“So, I did kind of plan a second gift.” Eddie muses as you pull him into your room, closing the door behind him. “Something you’d mentioned, and something I haven’t been able to stop thinking about since you did.” From his back pocket, he pulls out the pair of handcuffs he’d had hanging on his wall. He watches your eyes widen as your face turns bright red. “If you’re down, of course.” He shrugs, almost concealing his own excitement.

You blink up at him, and he watches your face for an answer. He’s nervous too, it’s not something he’s ever done with someone, but he spent a few nights researching how to safely use bondage with you, because the last thing he wants to do is scare or hurt you. “I, um,” You clear your throat, “Yeah. Yeah, I’m definitely down.”

“Are you sure? Or are you just saying that because I suggested it?”

“No, I’m sure. I’m the one that brought it up, originally. I guess I’m just a little nervous.”

“Trust me, sweetheart, you’re not the only one. If you’d have told fifteen year old Eddie he’d be asked to handcuff someone to a bed he’d probably burst into fuckin’ flames. But I got you, okay? We can stop whenever you want. Just say the word.”

“And what word should I say?”

Eddie pauses, cocking an eyebrow. “What do you mean?”

“Like, a safe word. What should our safe word be?”

Eddie ponders this thought for a second, flipping through his brain to come up with something. “We can use the stop light system?”

“I’m sure I can assume what that is, but tell me just in case.”

“It’s pretty self explanatory. Green means good, yellow means slow down, red means stop.”

You nod, eager to get going already. In response, Eddie cups your face in his hand, cooling your flushed skin as he kisses you, softly at first, then opens your lips inviting his tongue to tangle with yours. He pushes you onto your bed, where you lay flat on your back to watch him. Eddie takes the handcuffs from his belt loop, and you bring your arms above your head. Your heart races in your chest as the cuffs click around your wrists, linking them together, freezing against your hot skin. You’re locked into place, the chain weaved through the bars of your bed frame. “How are you doing?” Eddie asks between soft kisses placed on your cheeks, your jaw, your neck.

“Green. So green.” You don’t care how desperate it sounds, your voice low and sultry, letting the mood take full control over you. He gives you a smirk, and moves to the waistband of your jeans, where he unbuttons them before tugging them to your ankles. The cuffs clink against the frame, and you can’t help but giggle at your own struggle. Eddie starts back up your leg, leaving hungry kisses every few inches. He moves slowly, like he’s taunting you, knowing you cant inch closer to him, leaving marks along your inner thighs as you squirm under him, doing everything you can to get him where you need him.

Eddie chuckles lowley at your frustration. “Patience, baby, I’m gonna take my time.” He glances up at you, and you can only imagine what you must look like already: hair tangling underneath you, a desperate lust in your eyes. “You look so pretty like this, so fucking needy for me.” He bites his bottom lip and you whine in response, feeling the wetness in your panties worsen as he speaks.

He plants a kiss on your clothed pussy, not enough friction to release you, but enough to roll your hips toward him, begging Eddie to touch you. He travels up your body further, taking the waistband of your panties between his teeth and dragging them down your legs. “Ill be keeping these.” He says as he peels the fabric from your ankles, tucking them into his back pocket. Eddie then pushes your feet toward you, bending your legs before settling between them again. “How are you?” He inquires, resting his chin in his hand as he looks up between your legs.

“Green!” You practically shout, desperate now for him to keep going.

“Promise?”

“Yes! I promise, Eddie, please.” Your voice breaks as you beg, and he only laughs at you again. It’s not malicious, more like he’s entertained by you. He spreads your legs further, taking in the sight of you on display for him. Finally, after what feels like hours of merciless teasing, he dips his head down, and slides his tongue between your folds, pulling a groan from deep within you. Your first instinct is to reach for his head, to grab his hair and pull as hard as you can, but the handcuffs clank against your bed frame again, holding your arms in place above your head.

Eddie moves slowly, taking his time as if your pussy is a five star meal and he’s been starving for weeks. He focuses in on your clit, swirling his tongue on the sensitive bud as you writhe above him, a fire churning in your belly. Sensing your distress, Eddie relieves the tension you’ve built, sliding a finger through your folds to work with his tongue. You moan loudly as he pushes into you, half to drown out the embarrassing noises coming from below you. Eddie sucks softly on your clit as you grind against his face, his free hand roaming to grip your waist. Your walls clench around his thick finger, and he responds by adding a second to stretch you further.

It’s at this point that you take advantage of your free lower limbs, throwing your legs over Eddie’s shoulders, allowing him deeper access. He curls his fingers, and you clench your walls around them as he hits that sweet spot. “Fuck! Fuck!” You turn your head into your raised arm, sinking your teeth into your own flesh to halt your screams from waking your parents. This doesn’t go unnoticed by Eddie, whose pace actually slows!

“You alright, angel?” He rasps, just above a whisper.

“I am past alright. Green. Extra green. Please, baby,” You’re begging again, but you’re past the point of being embarrassed by it. Eddie obliges, resuming his movements, and you tighten around his fingers again until the knot unfurls completely, blinding you with pleasure. The wet sounds beneath you are unabashed, Eddie carrying you through the waves of your orgasm until you collapse into the mattress, your legs dead weight on top of him.

“I think I just met god.” You don’t mean to say it out loud, and you wince as you feel Eddie’s gaze on you.

“God had nothing to do with any of what just happened.”

You cackle, and Eddie pushes himself off your bed and tiptoes out of your room, leaving you alone, naked, and handcuffed to your bed. How did we get here?

Eddie’s POV

He rushes to the bathroom, as quietly as he can, wetting a face cloth with cool water. He bumps against the counter and winces, feeling the hardness in his pants. He’d never done something like that before, and it both enchanted and terrified him that you’d wanted to.

“Eddie?” Your voice is sweet and tired, his favorite sound.

“Hmm?” He muses dreamily, wringing out the face cloth. He exits your bathroom and leans against the door frame, basking in your glow. Your skin shines with sweat, your legs bent at the knee as your chest heaves with each breath. Eddie’s cock twitches in his pants, as if to beg for assistance.

“You wanna come unlock these?” You giggle at his spaced out smile. “Maybe I could help you out there.” You nod toward his crotch. “If ya want.”

Eddie chuckles at your notion, and approaches your bed, perching on the side and unlocking your confines. He frowns when he watches you rub your wrists. “Were they too tight?”

You giggle, and he blushes. “No, I just see people in TV shows do that when they get handcuffs off.” You rest your hand on his cheek, and he tilts into your grasp to kiss your palm, then leans you gently back into the pillows.

“Lemme clean you up a little.” Eddie takes the towel and wipes you down, paying extra mind between your legs and your stomach. He takes the opportunity to look at your body, admiring every curve, scar, freckle, and hair on it. He feels your hand in his hair, scratching his scalp gently, leaving a buzz through his brain.

Once he’s finished, Eddie tosses the towel into your hamper. When he turns around to face you, you’re sitting on the end of your bed, your hair pulled into a high ponytail. “C’mere.” It’s a command, and Eddie’s pulled into you. Your fingers go to work undoing his belt, and he takes the opportunity to remove his shirt, losing it to the clutter of your bedroom floor.

Your POV

You feel Eddie’s eyes on you as you yank his jeans down to his ankles, and you chance a look up to him. He gazes at you with wide eyes, pupils consuming them, blissed out already. It gives you a surge of confidence, and you tug his boxers down more slowly, sending him a teasing smirk. You take your time, kissing up his legs as he sways above you, his breathing ragged. When you’ve reached his pelvis, you feel his fingers in your hair. You bite your bottom lip to stifle a giggle, loving how desperate he is for you.

You take a breath, steadying yourself, and take him in your hand. Immediately, Eddie jerks forward, grunting at the contact. You slide your hand down his shaft, and lick a circle around the head, now leaking pre cum. Eddie’s breathing hitches, and you take him further into your mouth, opening your throat to accommodate his size. When you open your eyes again, Eddie’s neck is craned, head thrown back with his eyes closed and mouth hanging open. You bob your head faster, and his grip on your scalp tightens, clawing through your hair like a lifeline. You feel his hips snap toward you, staggered at first before finding a rhythm. When he looks back down to you, he moans unabashedly, taking in the sight of you covered in drool and tears, his cock stuck deep in your throat.

Just when Eddie’s about to pull out, you take him out of your mouth with a loud smack, and continue the job with your hand. You kiss down the length of him as he twitches in your hand, and finally take his balls in your mouth. “I’m g- gonna, fuck—“ Eddie stutters, his legs weakening as he shoots his load in your hand, and it drips down his shaft, some even managing to get your hair. “Oh, shit, fuck, christ.” Eddie shakes above you as he comes down, and you’re careful not to move too fast taking him out of your mouth.

Climbing to your feet, you examine your boyfriend like he’s the first person you’ve ever seen. He does the same, and when his eyes land on your head, his brow furrows. “Oh, god, your hair. I’m so sorry, babe, you have cum in your hair.” He's flushed, more so than he was before noticing.

Your hand flies to your head, and when you feel the sticky substance, you snort out a laugh. “Oh, that’s awesome, thank you for such a sweet gift, my love.” You continue laughing, and Eddie joins you. “Should I take care of this now, or should I even bother?” You tilt your head in question, and instead of responding he grabs your hand, pulling you into his body once more. You can feel him against your thigh, already hard again just by touching your naked skin. You move to climb the bed, but he stops you.

“I have one more thing I wanna try. If you want.”

You think about it, what more could he possibly have in mind? “Lay it on me.”

“Can you lie on your stomach for me?” He asks, suddenly shy. You oblige, pressing your stomach to the mattress. Eddie follows you, straddling your lower back as he reaches once more for the handcuffs on the bedside table. Your heart leaps in your chest. “How are you doing?”

You stall a second. You’ve never done this before. “Yellow.” You cringe to yourself, afraid of hurting his feelings.

Eddie doesn’t skip a beat, swinging his leg back over your body, and discarding the cuffs on the floor. “What’s up, love?”

You turn your head to face him, and he’s kneeled beside your bed, arms resting on the mattress. “Just, I’ve never been in this, uh, position before. I don’t think I wanna wear them for my first time doing… that.” You hide behind your hand as you continue. “I trust you, I’m sorry, I’m being dramatic.”

Eddie tugs your wrist, unmasking your bright red face. “Hey, listen. I’m not taking it personally. We don’t have to do that right now, or ever! I’m not hurt, I promise. I'd be more hurt if you thought you had to do it.”

He’s earnest, and you melt at the way he’s looking at you, like you’re glowing, bathed in a golden light only he can see. “We can still. Do that, I mean. Just maybe not while I’m shackled?”

He chuckles softly, nodding his head. “We can do whatever you want, darlin.’ I’m in no rush to be anywhere.”

You lean forward, and he meets your lips halfway. When you pull from him, you reposition yourself on your stomach, this time lifting your hips into the air, and prop yourself up on your elbows. Eddie takes this cue to settle behind you, and he freezes to take in the view.

—

Eddie’s POV

You’re fully exposed in front of him, the slope of your back leading right to the mounds of your ass, presented in front of him begging for his touch. He takes a sharp breath in, doing mental gymnastics to stop himself from bursting a second load right there, knowing you deserve just as much of a payoff. Eddie leans forward, and takes a fist full of your hair, using it to steady himself. He lines up with your entrance, and slowly sinks into your soaking pussy.

The sounds are vile, or they would be if they weren’t turning him on so much. You moan as he settles further in, his cock twitching once eagerly inside you, earning another guttural sound echoing from your mouth. When you push your ass further into him, he has to physically restrain himself from cumming. His free hand grips your hip, his nails digging into your soft skin as he moves again, taking control of his movements and yours. He groans as you clench around him, his back hunching over, his chest now flush against your back. He lets go of your hair, moving his hand around to cup your tit, taking your nipple between two fingers. He mouths at your neck, shiny with a layer of sweat, and sucks a fat bruise into the hollow of your throat. Eddie closes his eyes, relishing in the sounds coming from your mouth, as well as the wet noises between you both. You throw your head back, resting it on his shoulder as he moves with more determination. His hand travels to your clit, rubbing fierce circles on the bud as you thrust yourself further onto his cock.

Eddie can tell you’re close, so he figures now’s the time to go all in. He moves your hair off your neck before moving to whisper in your ear. “Make a mess, baby, I want you to come all over me, okay? I wanna hear how wet I make you.”

“God, Eddie, your cock feels so good. I’m gonna cum, baby, I want you to come with me. Wanna make you feel good.”

Eddie’s hips snap into you again, and you clench around him, causing his rhythm to stutter. You shake beneath him, your legs losing strength as he continues his fingers on your clit. Finally, Eddie’s head drops into your shoulder, and he lets out a low growl as he comes, coating your throbbing walls with his hot seed. He lets his weight drop onto you, flattening you back onto your stomach as you both heave exhausted breaths.

—

Your POV

“Hey, pst, Eds.” You whisper, and he shifts to bury his nose in your neck.

“Mm?”

“You wanna get off of me?” You giggle and he doesn’t move. “Baby?”

He snores in response, one that lets you know he’s still awake, but doesn’t plan on moving. You wriggle underneath him, shaking both of you as well as the bed.

Finally, he gives up the charade and rolls onto the mattress, your sweaty skin peeling from his own. He rests his arm behind his head, and you take the invitation to snuggle into him. “Green.” You mumble, tracing circles on his chest as he continues catching his breath.

“Emerald, even. Radioactive.” His hand lands in your hair, but recoils again when he touches the sticky chunk plastered to your cheek. “Oh, god, baby I’m so sorry. That’s so—”

“I don’t care.” You cut him off. “Nothing about sex with you will ever turn me off.”

“You’re still gonna wanna get that out of there.” He meets your gaze, a small smile on his lips. “You wanna shower?”

You nod. “Care to join me?”

—

(smut end)

You rise early the next morning, the sun shining through the slits in your curtains. Eddie is snoring peacefully next to you, his arm draped around your middle, keeping you in place. After planting a kiss on his forehead, you peel his arm off of your torso, and scoot off the side of the bed.

Christmas Eve is your family’s big day. The small family you do have fly in from all over, and moving to Indiana isn’t going to change that. You can already hear your grandmother’s rasp in the living room, and you feel the weight in your chest begin to crush you.

From your closet, you yank your family approved Christmas attire: a red velvet dress that lands at your knees, with fuzzy white cuffs on the collar. You drape it over your desk chair, and plop yourself down in front of the vanity to make yourself presentable. Makeup is supposed to be fun, but every time you wear it for your family, your spirit dies a little, knowing what they’d say if you’d done it how you like it. You apply a soft blush to your cheeks, a gloss to your lips, and mascara to your eyes. You forego the heavy eyeliner and dramatic eyeshadow, sighing as you brush your hair down flat.

The noises of Eddie stirring from sleep catch your attention, and you move from your desk to sit next to him on the bed. His eyes crack open, meeting your gaze as a big grin paints his face. “Am I being blessed by the Christmas Angel? Was I really that good this year?” He rasps, shifting to get a better look at you.

You roll your eyes, backhanding him lightly in the chest. “Actually, you’ve been incredibly naughty. Claus himself wanted to scold you, but I promised I’d make you pay.” You snicker. He responds by throwing his arms around your neck, pulling you into his naked chest. You giggle loudly before an abrupt stop, causing him to pull away, raising an eyebrow at you.

“My grandmother’s already here. You’ll have to sneak out the window.”

Eddie’s face contorts in confusion. “I thought your parents didn’t mind me sleeping over?”

“They don’t. But she will, and I’m trying to save you, myself, and my parents from her scolding. Go home, get ready, tell Wayne. I’ll see you for dinner.” You place a peck on his nose and attempt to get up, but he pulls you back onto the mattress.

“I’m gonna need more than that to motivate me.” You oblige, connecting your lips to his, letting him fully control the kiss. “Okay!” he exclaims, releasing you, “I’ll see you later, love. Good luck out there.” He rolls off the bed and tugs his clothes on, and you leave him to it, closing the door behind you.

—

You hear the van peel out of your driveway as you reach the kitchen, cringing at your oblivion to just how loud that fucking car is. “Good morning, my beautiful family. Nice to see you, gram.” You approach her, and she wraps her wrinkly arms around your middle.

“Lovely to see you, darling. Merry Christmas.”

You walk over to your parents in the kitchen, preparing desserts and side dishes as the ham cooks in the oven. “I invited Eddie and Wayne for dinner. Hope that’s alright.”

“Of course, kiddo. I’ll try to make sure she behaves.” Your father nods his head towards his mom. “No storming off, though. No matter how badly you want to.”

You nod, face blushing with the embarrassment of last time. “I’ll try my darndest.” You get to work helping your mom mash the potatoes.

—

Eddie’s POV

“Hey, Wayne?” Eddie enters the trailer, the gust of wind chilling the entryway before he’s able to slam the screen shut.

“Happy holidays, son. Which movie are we watching first?” Eddie and Wayne usually spend Christmas Eve binging campy Christmas movies, every so often cleansing their palate with a horror flick.

“Actually,” He hesitates. Christmas has been rough for both of them since being exiled from the family. He’s not even sure if Wayne will want to go to dinner. “We got invited to Y/n’s house for dinner tonight.”

Wayne turns to meet his nephew’s eyes, his expression softening when he reads Eddie’s. “Do you wanna go?”

Eddie nods. “I do. I really do, but not if you don’t.”

“Of course I’ll go. Sure we’re not intruding?”

Eddie chuckles. “No, actually, I’m not sure at all. Guess we’ll find out. Can I borrow a dress shirt?”

It’s Wayne’s turn to laugh. “Of course, kid. Whatever you need. I’ll get the stuff for Munson’s mac and cheese to bring.”

Eddie nods, closing his bedroom door behind him.

—

Your POV

It’s noon when your family starts piling into your living room. Your cousins, aging from three to sixteen, chase your uncle around the living room, while your aunt converses with your mother about the joys of a new home. You’re pacing in the kitchen, sneaking rum into your eggnog, when the doorbell rings.

“I’ll get it!” You practically shout, speed walking to the door and opening it to your boyfriend and his uncle. Eddie’s wearing a blue collared shirt tucked into black dress pants, and Wayne is in a polo shirt and jeans, a work jacket over top. Eddie’s holding a platter in his hands, and you can already smell the mac and cheese inside. You take the plate from him in one hand, and place a kiss on his cheek. “Happy holidays!” You say cheerfully, your host-esque demeanor not letting up even for them.

“Thank you for inviting us.” Wayne says, and you give him a one armed hug before moving to let them in.

“Whoa.” It comes from behind you, and you pivot, coming face to face with your cousin, Julie. She’s years younger than you, fourteen, but you’ve always gotten along. You’re the reason she listens to Black Sabbath, and an even bigger reason your aunt isn’t a fan of yours. “Who’s that?!” She whispers, referring to Eddie, her face beet red.

You laugh at her shyness, thinking it’s adorable how obvious her crush already is. “That’s my boyfriend, Eddie.”

Her expression lightens. “Your boyfriend?! He’s so cute! Good job.” She peers around you to catch another glimpse, and you follow her stare. Eddie’s shaking hands with your uncle, who’s blabbing enthusiastically about god knows what.

“Yeah, I did pretty good, huh.” You muse, more to yourself. “You wanna meet him?”

Julie looks back to you, nerves visible on her face. She nods eagerly. You place the pasta on the counter and remove the foil, then take your cousin’s hand in yours.

—

Eddie’s POV

You’re approaching him, and he takes you in fully. The velvet dress suits you well, hugging the curves of your body, and flowing around your legs as you walk. Next to you is a small girl, wearing a black t-shirt and flannel with ripped blue jeans. Her brown hair is short, landing just above her ears in a pixie cut, and her face is a blushing pink.

“Hi, beautiful.” He greets you, wrapping a hand around your waist.

“Hi, baby. I want you to meet my cousin. Julie, this is Eddie, he plays guitar in a metal band. And, he’s a dungeon master.”

The girl’s eyes widen as you speak, and Eddie can’t help his heart aching. This girl must be about Dustin’s age, shy and awkward as he remembers his own freshman year being. He extends a hand to her. “Nice to meet you, Julie.”

She takes his hand in Eddie’s, shaking it once. “Nice to meet you. I uh, I like your hair.”

Eddie opted to wear his hair down tonight, despite knowing it will probably anger your grandmother. He didn’t feel like himself with it up, only ever wearing it like that when he’s too hot, or if Wayne needs his car fixed. “Thanks, kiddo! I like yours, too.”

Julie’s expression brightens when he says that, and it hurts a little. She probably doesn’t get a lot of compliments on it. He can see why you wanted her to meet him.

It’s then that your grandmother chooses to make her appearance, approaching the three of you with a signature sour face. “I’m surprised to see you here, Edward. Figured I’d scared you off.”

Eddie doesn’t know whether to laugh, so he looks at you, and you can only shrug. “Nice to see you again, Mrs. L/n.” He extends a hand to your grandmother, and she shakes it once before walking away.

“Can I call that a win?” He asks you, still confused.

“I think so?”

—

Your POV

Your family gathers in the kitchen to exchange gifts. Your parents shock you when they hand both Eddie and Wayne small boxes. Inside Eddie’s is a note that he reads to himself, and a silver ring with a ram skull welded to it. Wayne receives a mug for his wall, a bright yellow smiley face painted on it. Eddie hands your parents two small gift bags. Your mom opens hers to a vanilla scented candle, a smell you know she loves, and your dad receives a Pink Floyd tape. You had no clue Eddie had gotten your parents gifts, let alone gifts they’ll actually enjoy.

You receive a few records from your parents, but it’s a necklace from your grandmother that sits with you. Usually, she gives you a dress, or a new lipstick, or even hair clips that you eventually discard when enough time has passed. The necklace, though, is a thin silver chain with a tree pendant that sparkles when it catches the light. It’s perfect. “Thank you, Grammy.” Tears well in your eyes as you lean over to hug her, and she actually hugs you back.

“Merry Christmas, darling.” She squeezes you before letting you go. “I am sorry about how I acted. Eddie’s a nice man, and you’re a smart, um, person.” You smile at her attempt to be inclusive. “I’m just glad you’re happy.”

“I am, I really am. Thank you.” You kiss her cheek, and watch your cousins open the gifts from their grandmother, tearing the wrapping paper off aggressively.

—

“Dinner!” Your mom calls from the kitchen, and your family makes its way to her to build their plates.

“Hey,” You hear from behind you, and it’s Wayne, a plate and fork in his hand.

“Hi!” You greet. You’ve never really had a conversation with him, but you desperately want to know the man that raised such a good one himself.

“Thank you again, for inviting us. Christmas is hard for Eddie. For both of us, really. It’s been difficult for me to give him everything he wants, even though I want to. I’ve never seen him this happy, not since meeting you. I really think you saved his life.”

You can feel the tears in your eyes as he speaks, your heart aching in your chest for your boyfriend, the sweetest boy you know, suffering through the holidays. “He makes me so happy. I’m glad the feeling is mutual.”

Wayne gives you a small smile and nods, turning back to the food trays in front of you and helping himself to some ham.

You and Eddie take your seats at the table, and the rest of your family make themselves comfortable in their respective seats. Your grandmother sits at the head, where her husband used to sit, and your father in her normal space to the left. She clears her throat as your family settles, and all eyes are on her. “Happy holidays, everyone,” she starts, eyes scanning around the table at her children and grandchildren. “This is our first year without Gilbert, and it’s been awfully hard for me. Seeing all of your faces, as well as some new ones,” her eyes land on Wayne, then Eddie, “has warmed my heart. I know I am intense, I can even be cold. But I love you all, even if you did corrupt my son,” She winks at your mother, “Or steal away my daughter,” She looks to your uncle, “Or even seduce my grandchild,” She smirks at Eddie, “I am still so glad to have you here today. Here’s to many more.” She raises her wine glass, cueing everyone to follow suit. Glasses clink as shouts of “Be merry!” and “Happy holidays!” echo through the room. You reach for Eddie’s hand under the table and squeeze. He squeezes back, wearing a big grin.

—

“Thank you for coming! Drive safe, and call us when you get to your hotels!” Your mother calls from the front door as your family members file out. Wayne follows them, thanking your mother once again at the door. “Kick him out any time, by the way. Don’t let him mooch too long.” Your mom giggles in response.

“You’re both welcome, any time.” She says, and your father gives him a wave from the kitchen.

You and Eddie are draped on the couch, your legs in his lap as you sip hot cocoa with Rudolph playing quietly behind you. Your parents finish cleaning the dishes, talking quietly to each other as you snuggle up to Eddie.

“Hi.” You look up at him, his eyes glued to the TV before he snaps his attention to you.

“Hi, pretty.” He whispers, and plants a kiss on your forehead. “You have a good day?”

You nod, and you really mean it. “I was so nervous. That went surprisingly well.”

Eddie chuckles at you, and nods in agreement. “I was too. I really thought your grandmother was gonna rip my balls off.”

It pulls a cackle from your throat. “I wouldn’t put it past her. But seriously, thank you. For everything, really. I’ve moved so many times before, but leaving the state was really hard. You made my transition so much easier. You make me feel so wanted. I love you.” You’ve said it all before, but the warmth of the holidays is making you sentimental.

Eddie blushes, his eyes glazing over. “Thank you for letting me in. I didn’t think I had a chance. But I've never been so comfortable, so happy with someone before. I love you too, so much.” He leans in and connects your lips to his, cradling your head in his hands as you deepen the kiss. When you break the kiss, he looks to the ceiling to see the mistletoe dangling above your heads. He can’t help but snort out a laugh before kissing you again.

—-

ONE WEEK LATER

December 31, 1985

Your POV

“Alright! Lemme see!” Robin claps her hands together as she and Nancy wait on your bed. You emerge from the bathroom, in a glittering black pantsuit, a deep v-neck plunging toward your belly button. Your hair is down, fluffed up by your hair dryer, and your boots are chunky white heels. You look like a disco dancer and you’re obsessed.

Nancy’s jaw drops. “Show stopping. Absolutely incredible!” She squeals, and you giggle, giving them a spin for the full effect. Robin is wearing red leather pants and a tight black halter top, and Nancy’s dawned a cropped t-shirt and flowing mesh skirt. The three of you are already buzzed when you hear the honk of Eddie’s van outside.

“Bye, parents! See you next year!” You call, knowing your parents are going out tonight as well.

“Bye, honey! Be safe!”

Steve gives you the front seat, crawling over the console to sit between Robin and Jonathan. “You look fuckin’ hot, babe.” Eddie’s absorbing you with his gaze, and you feel warm under his stare.

“You’re lookin pretty good yourself, stud.” Eddie’s in a black button down shirt and tight jeans, his leather jacket draped over top, and his pick dangling on his chest. With his normal set of rings sits the one your mother gave him, and you smile when you see it.

“Alright, nerds, time to party!” Eddie backs out of your driveway, tires skidding on the icy cement.

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Eddie’s POV

He pulls into The Hideout, parking as close as he can manage with all the cars crowding the parking lot. It’s New Year’s Eve, one of their busiest nights of the year. They’d posted flyers teasing a show tonight, and he refused to miss the opportunity.

“Do we know who’s playing yet?” Steve questions, draping an arm over Robin’s shoulder.

Eddie shakes his head. “Nah, they go on a bit before midnight. Rumor has it they’re pretty popular. I’m not getting my hopes up, though.” He has his own theories of who it could be, but every band he can think of makes no logical sense.

Eddie throws the double doors to the club open, wafting the warm air over everyone. People are bumping and grinding against each other, drinks in their hands as loud music blares over the speakers. Eddie takes hold of you, dragging you to the bar immediately. “Shirley?” He doesn’t have to ask, he knows they’re your favorite. You nod, and he orders for you, and a whiskey for himself. When you return to your table, Steve and Robin are having an animated discussion.

“Y/n, Eddie, can you tell Robin that resolutions are useless, please?” He gulps down his drink, taking a break from his rant.

“They’re not! They give you something to work towards! It’s good to have goals, Steve.”

“It’s not that I don’t have goals! But waiting until the last possible day of the year to claim you do is stupid!”

“I dunno,” You shrug, and Eddie turns his attention to you. “It’s nice to have goals, but I get what you’re saying. I think resolutions make sense if they’re actually attainable. Most people don’t really think that part through.”

“Can you give me an example of a realistically reachable resolution?”

You shrug, and look at your boyfriend. “Eddie graduating this year is an attainable goal.” You state simply, and Eddie blushes as he takes another swig of his drink. “Unattainable would be, like, Steve finding a girlfriend that isn’t insanely shallow.” You giggle, and Eddie bursts into a cackle with the rest of your friends as Steve chugs his beer, rolling his eyes. You offer an apology, resting your hand on top of Steve’s. “I don’t mean that for real, man, I’m sorry.”

He shakes his head, laughing with you. “No, no it was funny. I’ll remember that one, though.”

—

Your POV

“Okay, enough existential talk, huh? Midnight’s in ten minutes, let’s dance!” You scoot out of the booth, tugging Eddie behind you. Robin, Steve, Jonathan, and Nancy follow you, taking their places in the crowd near the stage. As Baba O’Reily fades, the MC takes the stage, clearing his throat to get the crowd’s attention.

“Hello, fellow freaks!” He shouts, and the crowd erupts in hoots and hollers. “We have some very special guests here to help us ring in the new year! Please, give it up, for Minor Threat!”

Your heart stops, and your jaw might as well be on the floor. Your favorite band, here?! In Hawkins? You perch on your toes to speak in Eddie’s ear. “Did you know?”

Eddie shakes his head. “No clue! How awesome is this, though?!” He pulls you into him, wrapping his arms around your stomach, swaying to the music.

We're not the first, hope we're not the last

'Cause I know we're all heading for that adult crash

The time is so little, the time belongs to us

Why is everybody in such a fucking rush?

Make do with what you have

Take what you can get

Pay no mind to us

We're just a minor threat

The first song ends, and it’s 11:59. The crowd, and the band, start counting down.

“10! 9! 8! 7! 6! 5! 4! 3! 2! 1! HAPPY NEW YEAR!”

Noise makers sound off, drinks are poured, and people are kissing. Robin plants a small kiss on Steve’s cheek, Jonathan leans into Nancy, sweeping her into a kiss, and Eddie looks at you with longing eyes.

“Happy new year, baby.” You say, feeling like you’re the only two in the crowded bar.

“‘86, baby. It’s our year.” He leans into you, and you meet him halfway, crushing his lips in an eager kiss. It’s your year. Both of yours. And there’s no one else you’d rather spend it with.

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THE END!

Epilogue coming soon

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I just had the misfortune of seeing that 100k post where someone is commanding Twitter migrants to reblog all the fan art they see, on the premise that if an artist has a reblog:like ratio of 1/50 or something then they'll be so discouraged that they'll quit. OP then reblogs their own post to say that there's someone who sometimes reblogs the first post 200 times a day--which like, my reaction to that was "wow that's completely unhinged and not good", but what OP meant was that we should all cater to whatever that person wants to make them happy. I generally don't see the point in yelling at strangers on the internet, but I really had to restrain myself from pointing out that this was the stated motivation on the Staff post about fucking with the chronological feed: that if we all have too much power to curate what we see, then some users will feel unpopular. Which is like, completely normal and acceptable, in reality. There are just so many problems with this attitude:

Nobody owes you attention. Most people don't enjoy random waves of applause just for existing, and most of us have learned to live with this and place importance on things other then validation from strangers.

If your principle reason for making art is NOT the art-making itself, and if you know that you would stop making art if it never got you some form of fame and fortune, then you should literally stop making art. Just stop right now, and find something to do that is more rewarding and less psychologically perilous for you.

If you have ever tried to work in any creative industry at all, then you should know that it can take absolutely forever to get good at something. And it might never happen. And even if it does happen and you turn out to be a genius, still, people might not notice or care--especially if you're really original. There's a reason it's become cliche for people to remind each other of how famous writer X wasn't published until he was 50 or famous painter Y only became important posthumously. If you can't take the heat, see above.

If you're just begging your personal friends to help circulate your work, that's between you and them. But you can't order people who just got to this platform five minutes ago to fill up their accounts with stuff that maybe they like enough to hit the like button, but they don't like it enough to add it to their own page. People are allowed to like your art on a limited basis.

If you're so emotionally dependent on popularity that you think its acceptable to strong-arm strangers into shilling for you, then you should probably take some time to get to know yourself better and figure that out, before you rake yourself over the coals of social media conflict about it. I used to have a mutual (not an artist, just a guy) who had really serious behavioral problems in this department: One day I reblogged a very popular post that had been making the rounds, and suddenly this guy was up my ass with righteous anger about why I didn't reblog it from him personally. I actually took the time to explain that the post itself was doing a lot of traffic, I had no idea that he was one of the thousands of people who had reblogged it, and I can't bother to go combing through his blog every time I see something I like just in case I can reblog it from him individually. Incredibly, he didn't even get what I was saying, he was so invested in the idea that I should conscientiously use my blog to pay tribute to him, and eventually I had to block him for being rude like this all the time, and he was really sad about it. Don't be like that guy.

And finally, the post I'm referring to counted as art things like gif sets and "edits" (a vague concept I think barely counts as creative work but whatever) from TV shows and all kinds of other fan posts. And like, that is just a bridge too far. I shouldn't even have to explain why. And I won't.

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CHAPTER 17

THE NANNY: CHAPTER 17

Pairing: Andy Barber x Annie Johnson (OFC)

Summary: Working and single parenting is not easy. Andy needs to find a nanny for his son Jacob. Annie, an education degree student at Lasell University, comes to their lives just in time for the big changes in Andy’s life.

Warnings: MINORS DO NOT INTERACT. Smut, language, explicit sexual content. Always use protection.

A/N: is just fluff and porn.

Disclaimer: I do not give permission for any of my works to be copied, used, translated nor reposted anywhere else but here on this blog. Do not steal what you didn’t work for. Minors and ageless blank blogs don’t interact with me or my works. Reblogs and likes are always welcome. Thank you for reading this work of fiction.

Word count: 2128

GIF not mine, if its yours, please let me know to give you credit :)

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When Annie woke up, the rain was hitting against the windows, her body manifesting the soreness of the night before, she lazily smiled at the memory. Andy was by far the best sex she’s ever had. Although she had only been with Daniel.

She turned to find Andy’s side cold and empty, and because of the cloudy sky she couldn’t tell what time it was. She stood up and went to Andy’s closet and borrowed a Patriots hoodie long enough to cover her naked form, she then went to her bathroom and brush her teeth, and that’s when she heard Andy cursing downstairs.

Andy was in front of the stove cooking in his boxers and a white t-shirt his hair all over his forehead, it made him look younger; the smell of coffee lingering in the kitchen. Annie walked towards him and hugged him from behind.

“Good morning”

“Good morning, honey!” Andy spun around to greet her giving her a kiss on the forehead. “How you slept?”

“Excellent, thank you. And you?”

“Like a baby. How you feeling?”

“A bit sore,” her cheeks blushing “Ammm you are tick…er, than others” She bit her lip.

“Oh I’m sorry.”

“I’m not complaining” she gave him a peck on his lips.

“Alright then,” Andy’s chest growing bigger with pride. “Is this my hoodie?”

“Nop, is mine.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, I found it in your closet.”

“Right.” Andy gave her a sided smile “What you wanna do today?”

“Have sex with you.” Andy laughed at her request “I love your laugh, is infectious.”

“I think your plan will be accomplish, besides if you believe in the forecast weather on TV, today won’t stop raining.”

“Do you think we can go to the pharmacy?”

“Sure, what for?”

“I need to get a Plan B.” Andy tensed up “I was too horny last night to think, I forgot to tell you I wasn’t on the pill, sooo…It was nice to feel you cumming in me, and it was really hot actually. Definitely a first.”

“Sure! No problem, we should buy condoms too then.” Andy kissed her.

“Andy?”

“Are you horny now?” Andy said cheekily “Cuz that can be arrange.” He kissed her neck.

“Ammmm sure, but breakfast is burning.”

“What?” Andy turned to see the eggs he was making were now black and the smoke was starting to dissipate in the kitchen. “Argh! Fuck!” Andy placed the pan under the water of the sink. “I was trying to be romantic.” Annie giggled, “Let’s take a shower and then I’ll take you out for breakfast.”

They took off the few clothes they had on and stepped into the hot steamy shower, water falling over their bodies, Andy attentively looking at her movements, how the water fell down her head and then her boobs. When Annie looked back at him Andy’s mouth was a little agape.

“You ok? Look like a fish out of the water.”

“Shut up. Come here.” Andy squeezed a bit of his shower gel in his hand and rub it in his hand until it form foam.

“I’m gonna smell like you all day with that.”

“Honey, you’re gonna be smelling like me anyways” He winked “Turn around.”

Annie gave her back, Andy putting his arms under hers to touch her breasts, a sweet little moan came out of her mouth, her ass grinding against his shaft. One of his hand went south until he reached for his treasure, his fingers separating her pussy lips to find her clit.

“Andy…”

“Yes, honey?” One of his fingers barely grazing her button and kissing her neck.

“Don’t tease me, please.”

“Tell me what you want.” Andy’s finger giving lazy circles over her clit.

“You, fuck, keep doing that.”

Andy’s ministrations kept going, his now hard cock hitting against her butt. Making her bend a little, Andy entering her tight hot cunt. He started trusting her without breaking contact with her clit. Andy’s trusting became erratic when he felt her pussy contracting, not able to hold back he pulled out and came all over her ass.

“FUCK! SHIT!” Andy’s head fell back against the tiles of the shower. “I’m sorry…that was too soon.”

“It’s alright baby.” Annie gave him a sweet kiss “I’m hungry anyways.” She stepped under the water to wash his seed off.

Newton was almost desert except for a few people here and there. After having breakfast at Andy’s favorite pancake place, they headed to the pharmacy for their supplies. They walked in hand in hand while the few people in there glanced at them. They got in line waiting for their turn, Annie stole a kiss from him, when an old couple passed by looking at her up and down and leaving the place.

“People keep staring at me.” She whispered.

“I’m sorry honey, what did you say?”

“I said people is staring at me, it also happened when we were having breakfast, it was like they were judging me.” Another woman passed by them and Andy noticed the look she gave him.

“They are not looking at you honey. They are looking at me.”

“But, why? They don’t even know me.”

“But they know me, and you are young and I could be your dad.”

“That is not true, you are 31. You cannot be the dad of a 21 year old.”

“Next!” The clerk at the pharmacy called them.

“Hi!” Andy greeted the man behind “I want a Plan B please, and a pack of condoms.”

The pharmacist looked at Andy and then to Annie.

“Do you have an ID?” He asked staring at her.

“Why are you asking for her ID?”

“It’s just the procedure Sir, I’m sure you understand.”

“Not really, no.” Andy wasn’t too pleased.

“Baby, is fine.” She took her id out of the wallet and handed to him.

“Very well, thank you miss.” The guy went behind the counter and came back with the pills and a box of condoms.

“Is this brand ok?” Andy just nodded “It will be 55.99” The man said while putting the items in a plastic bag.

Andy paid, took the bag and left the pharmacy to go home. Andy was pissed she could tell, his jaw was clenched during the entire ride to the house and he was driving faster than usual. Andy parked outside the garage.

“Andy?”

“WHAT?!”

“Don’t yell! I didn’t do anything wrong!”

“I’m sorry, honey. I didn’t like the way they were looking at us, nor how he asked for your ID, it made it seem like you were under age, and I’m some kind of fucking perv!”

“Ignore them. Yes, I felt uncomfortable, but we are not doing anything wrong. I’m a grown up, what I do with my body and whoever I sleep with is my decision. There is nothing wrong for me to love you.”

“I’m not saying there is a problem with us being together honey, is just, they were rude!”

“And that’s their problem Andy. It’s a small town, people will always talk, especially when you are who you are, everyone in here knows you.” Annie kissed him “Fuck them, ok?”

“Fuck them.”

Annie was in all fours with Andy behind her, her glistening slit and ass hole in full view for him. He rubbed the tip of his dick along her entrance and sank to her with a swift quick motion. Annie moaned loud, her head looking over her shoulder to see Andy, his chest shinning with a thin layer of sweat, his eyes dark with desire. He took her by her hips and started slamming against her cunt, the sound of his balls against her flesh mixed with the sounds of moans, grunts and juices overlapping the silence in the house. Andy’s thumb went to touch her back opening, lingering but never breaking the entrance.

“Fuck! Baby! Just like that!”

Annie’s words broke Andy’s trance for a minute, his hand going to her button making harsh circles over it, taking her over the edge.

“OH MY GOD!!!” Annie’s pussy clenched around his cock, milking him, spilling his cum in the condom he was wearing.

Her body collapsed against the back of the couch, small cries leaving her mouth.

“Honey?” Andy took her in her arms “Baby girl, did I hurt you?” She shook her head. “Look at me. Please honey, I’m worried.” Her tearful eyes made contact with his. “What’s wrong?”

“I came so hard…” She whimpered. “It felt so fucking good.” Andy giggled and kissed her temple.

It was around 5 p.m. the rain was heavier than before, they were laying in L shape couch watching a film after a long sex session, Andy had made her cum 4 times already, both naked, a warm blanket covering them, Annie’s body almost on top of Andy’s, her leg on top of his body, her face hidden in the crock of his neck, Andy’s hand was touching her tight up and down, reaching for her bum and give it a squeeze.

“I’m guessing Mr. Barber is an ass man.” She whispered.

“How you know?” he giggled, her fingers lingering on his chest, while his fingers lingering on her slit.

“I like your chest.” She said sleepily.

“Really?” she hummed, “Why?”

“I like your chest hair and your tattoos.” Tracing one of the many tattoos he had on his chest. “Which was the first one?”

“The one on my shoulder.”

“What does it mean?” Annie looked at the Korean sign on his shoulder.

“It means, don’t you ever get your first tattoo when you’re drunk and definitely don’t let your also drunk roommate to choose it.” Annie laughed, “I honestly don’t know what it means, and with my luck it probably means soup.” She laughed even harder, “I’m planning to have laser to remove it.” Annie yawned.

“I’m tired, I need a nap.”

“You go ahead, I’ll be here.” His fingers now touching her cherry.

“I can’t if you ammmmm keep doing that.”

“I’m just getting you ready.” Andy’s erection hit against her leg. Annie was half asleep by now, but she clearly heard another condom package opening. “Ok honey, you ready?”

“Mhm” was her only response.

Andy enter her slowly, moaning at the feeling of her pussy clasping against his cock.

Annie woke up to see Andy’s face right in front of her, peacefully sleeping, slightly snoring with his mouth opened. She got up making sure not to wake him up, took Andy’s shirt from the floor and cover her modesty, her stomach growled so she headed towards the kitchen. Taking out a couple of containers with leftovers of the week, she placed everything on the counter. She was opening them to heat them in the microwave when she had a strange sensation, she lifted her gaze and saw a dark shadow staring at her on the other side of the kitchen window. The dark figure didn’t moved at all, Annie’s breathing became heavier.

“ANDY!!!!!!!” she ran to the living room, Andy’s sleepy gaze turning to see her. “Andy!!!!!!”

“What?”

“There is someone outside! By the kitchen, please!”

“What?” Andy sat down taking his boxers and putting them on “Are you sure?”

“Yes! Come with me!”

They both walked to the kitchen and Annie showed him where she had seen the person. She stood by the counter and pointed to the window. Andy got closer but didn’t see anything.

“Ok, I’ll check outside. Let me just get dress.”

She saw him walked out of the house and to the kitchen window, no one was there. When Andy came back in, his hair was wet.

“Honey, there is nothing outside.”

“But I saw someone! I swear! It was right there!” She said pointing to the glass.

“It? Honey, was it a thing or a person?”

“A person! And was wearing black clothing”

Andy walked towards her and stood behind her, their reflection in the window.

“Honey, maybe you just saw your reflection. You had just woken up right?”

“Yeah…”

“See, there’s nothing to worry about, your brain is playing with you.” He hugged to reassure her everything was fine. “Let’s eat something, ok? I’m starving.”

Meantime Stacy, or better said Amanda was in her car at the end of the street, putting the camera away. Took her phone and texted Laurie.

“He is screwing his nanny. And I’m done with this, this is the second time they almost caught me, that is if you don’t count the time Andy found me in his office. I’m going back to New York.”

“Caught you? I hired you because you said you were one of the best private investigators. We will meet tomorrow, you know the address.” Was the answer to her text.

Amanda turned the engine on and left Newton for good.

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nouies · 3 months

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hi, lou! 💙

thank you for your great wishes. i really feel better now, don't worry! 🫂

i think i have watched two or three documentaries. can you recommend me your top 3 favorite? 😄

oh, i understand how you feel. i have been in a writing rut for few days. i think was a bit too harsh on myself, because i just want it to be perfect, you know? and i'm not really satisfied with what i have written til now. as you know, this is my first time participating in this kind of fests, so i was wondering... what does a "check-in" mean for the event? my work should be ready til the date of the check-in or...? 😞

it's so good to see louis again. i missed his pretty face so much. he looked so happy and smiley. can't wait to see more from him this year. 🐳

scotland and brazil sound amazing! one of my friends went to study in scotland and after she graduated from college, she decided to stay and work there instead of coming back to my hometown. i have always dreamed about traveling all over the world. the most recent destination i put on my wish list is madeira island. 🦋

my questions for the day: what inspired you to make gifs and gifsets? how did you learn to make them? 😇

take care,

- your secret valentine 🥹

hi, my love! 💖

i’m glad you’re better but just in case, pls know that you always come first.

mind you, i haven’t watched a lot, i have just started so i don’t have favourites yet. but i’ll mention the last ones i watched and maybe they seem of interest to you: “american nightmare”, “keep sweet”, and “escaping twin flames”. check out the warnings though, they deal with heavy topics.

i completely understand you bc it’s how i always feel when writing a fic, i want everything to be perfect, but we’re humans and we’re not perfect. the best thing we can do is just enjoy the process. i know you can’t tell me too much 🤭 but ask yourself what are you most excited to write abt and then write it (a first kiss? a conflict? the end?). it may help you to see with clarity where your story is going. like, i stopped working on my wip for several days bc i can’t seem to write any descriptions but yesterday i was like “what if i just write the dialogues and leave the rest for later?” and that’s what i did, so now i’m excited to keep working on the dialogues and i can add the descriptions later, or change them as the story goes idk. and maybe i’m just biased but to me you’re amazing, and i’m sure your story will be too bc you’re the one writing it. <3

as for the “check-in”, i think they just want to make sure that the person is working on the gift bc if i remember correctly, the creation period marks until february 13th which means you have until pretty much the very last minute to finish everything. i’m so nervous abt it bc it seems so close now but i’m sure we both can do it! 😁

seeing louis was everything i needed and more tbh! i feel that’s why i was extra motivated yesterday. just seeing him makes me extremely happy 🤧

madeira island sounds amazing! i just googled it and it looks like a great place to visit. i hope you get the chance to do it!

ooooof, i hope i don’t bore you with this lol. when i first joined the fandom, i met a person (i won’t name them out of respect bc it’s a unique name and maybe they don’t want ppl to know, they’re not in the fandom anymore) who knew how to make gifs and graphics. i felt like i wasn’t contributing to fandom anything bc the only thing i did was reblogging (which btw that’s already doing so much in this era where no one wants to reblog anything), so i asked this person if they could teach me how to make them. i started with graphics bc it was easier for me to work with pictures and stuff, and once i get the hang of it, i started with gifs. the first ones i made were of louis saying “soccer” for the usaians benefit 🤧 but anyway, even before starting making gifs, i was in a gc with a lot of gifmakers and they were very welcoming but i felt alien being the only one who didn’t know what they were talking abt when they were complaining abt frames, and quality, and colouring 🫠 i have to thank A LOT of ppl in the fandom who used to make tutorials, share their colouring tips, and just in general were very supportive. none of them is in the fandom anymore but you can still see their gifs around heheh. i know i’m not the fastest one making them, but i still feel proud of the quality and the colouring in my gifs <3

i have a question for you! if louis was an actor, what kind of movie would you like him to be in? 🤩

take care, my sweet!

#blvalentine #anonymous #answered

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book-place · 1 year

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Counting Stars

Warnings: bad batch spoilers, violence, weapons, wounds, let me know if I missed any :)

Pairings: Bad batch x sister reader

*not my gif*

Summary: For as long as you could remember, you longed and hoped for freedom. But when it finally came, it was nothing like what you pictured

A/N: Welcome to book place’s one year event!!

Inspired by: Counting Stars by One Republic

Please don’t plagiarize my work, you may reblog if you like but I’m asking that you don’t steal my hard work

Lately, I've been, I've been losing sleep

A huff left your lips as you tossed and turned, sleep not coming to you no matter how hard you tried. Despite your thoroughly exhausted body and mind, you couldn’t get a single wink of slumber.

Finally, you threw your legs over the end of your bunk and rested your elbows on your knees, dropping your head and letting it hang low for a second before pushing yourself up and creeping quietly over to a chair that sat by a large window in your room, folding yourself into it.

Once you were seated, you paused, listening for any sound that your brothers had been disturbed by you getting up. When you were satisfied that they weren’t, you settled back into the cushioned chair, allowing yourself to get lost in thought as you gazed out the window.

“Couldn’t sleep?” A voice asked quietly from behind you.

You practically jumped out of your skin as you whipped around to face the source of the voice, “Kriff, Hunter.” You scowled, falling back against the seat when you were able to recognize him, “You’re going to give me a heart attack.”

He winced slightly, “Sorry,” He mumbled, pulling up a chair and taking a seat beside you.

“I didn’t wake you, did I?” You asked worriedly after a moment of silence.

Hunter shook his head softly, leaning back and crossing his arms over his chest, “Nah, I couldn’t sleep either.” He admitted, “I’m surprised the others didn’t wake up, though. You’re as loud as Wrecker is getting up.” His voice switched to a teasing one.

You scoffed, reaching over and punching his shoulder, “Shut up,” You mumbled with a playful roll of your eyes, “No one can be louder than he is.”

As if right on cue, said man let out a loud snore that had you and Hunter placing hands over your mouths to try and stifle your laughter that was really just affection for your brother.

It went quiet for another few minutes, and Hunter turned towards you with his mouth open, ready to tell you something, only to stop himself short. You were cuddled up on the chair, lips parted slightly and soft snores left your lips.

A small smile began to tug at the ends of his lips and he stood up, walking over and gently lifted you up bridal style before making his way over and setting you on your bed.

He allowed his smile to grow slightly as he softly moved a strand of hair out of your face before turning around and going back to his own bed.

Dreaming about the things that we could be

Though you and your brothers walked into the cantina with heads held high and shoulders back confidently, you flinched a little bit on the inside at each judging glance and not-so-quiet whisper shot back and forth between each group of soldiers you passed.

You knew that after so many years of dealing with it that you should have become numb to their jeers by now, but it never got easier. It was as hard as the first day the other clones saw you.

They automatically dubbed you ‘The Bad Batch’. The default clones. The mistakes. The freak who somehow became the first woman clone.

Oftentimes, you would find yourself longing that for just one day, you and your brothers could be rid of their stares that never wore off. You wished that you could just be accepted for who you were, defaults and all.

With the knowledge that the stupid little thought would never come true, though, you kept on pretending that you could deflect everything that they threw at you.

The five of you sat down after grabbing trays and began silently eating, pretending not to notice the way the two clones that had previously been sitting a couple seats down had gotten up and moved away.

Wrecker had always been better about not caring about their stares than you, and began animatedly talking about something you didn’t have the energy to even pretend to listen to, no matter how much you loved your brother.

You watched as Crosshair sent a deadly glare and scowl in the direction of a table a few feet away that were very clearly talking about you all, not even bothering to hide it as they pointed and rolled their eyes in your direction.

“I hate it when they do that,” You grumbled under your breath, causing Crosshair’s eyes to shoot over to you.

“Ignore them.” He muttered, “They’re not worth it.”

“I wish we could just be normal,” You admitted in a small whisper, one that only he could hear over the roar of the cantina.

“I’d rather not be like those morons, thank you very much.” Your brother sneered in their direction as a confirmation to his own words.

A small chuckle left your lips and you looked down on your plate, trying to stifle it.

But baby, I've been, I've been praying hard

“The odds of us leaving this mission alive are two to ninety eight.” Tech stated matter-of-factly as you all sprinted as fast as you could down a corridor, away from the battle droids that never seemed to go down, no matter how many you shot.

“Not the time, Tech!” Hunter roared, ducking his head out of the way just in time to miss the blaster shot.

“What are you talking about?” Wrecker laughed loudly, “I like those odds!”

“We’re the twos in the equation, Wrecker!” You screamed as you all took a sharp turn into the hanger where you had left the Marauder.

The man’s smile immediately fell and he pumped his arms to move faster.

Spinning around whilst still moving, you took your own blasters and began shooting at the droids as you ran backwards, successfully hitting a couple of them in the heads and making them fall limply to the ground.

“Come on, Y/n!” Hunter roared the second your steps began to slow so that you had more accuracy.

You didn’t listen to him, coming to a complete stop and firing into the never ending sea of gunfire and metal, “I’ve got this!” You called back, “Get the ship ready!”

“Tech! Get the ship ready!” He called, not hesitating to run right up beside you and begin to help you out, Crosshair and Wrecker close on his tail.

“Get to the ship!” You screamed over the chaos to them, “I can do this!”

“We’re not leaving you,” He grunted, shooting droid after droid.

Said, "No more counting dollars, we'll be counting stars"

“Do you ever think about what it would be like if we didn’t work for the republic?” You asked suddenly, and all your brothers looked up from their meals, “If we were just normal citizens?”

It was silent for a whole moment while you stared out the window that sat in the Marauder, oblivious to the way your brothers shared glances with one another.

Tech cleared his throat, “It is best not to dwell on the impossible of what could have been.”

Wrecker furrowed his eyebrows, “Well, why not?”

“Because it is clinically proven to be unhealthy.” He informed the man patiently.

“What would we do if we didn’t work for the republic?” You continued as if you hadn’t heard any of them, “We would be free.” You mused, answering your own question.

“We’re already free enough,” Hunter grumbled, beginning to grow nervous with how you were thinking, unsure of where it would end up leading to.

Finally, you tore your eyes away from the window and looked over at all of them, “Are we, though, Hunter?” You asked with raised eyebrows.

“Yes.” He snapped, “Now, like Tech said, there’s no use thinking about it.”

You sat there for a moment before nodding and turning your attention to your plate.

Yeah, we'll be counting stars

Hunter let out a sigh at the sight before him, guilt creeping into his stomach in a way that made him feel slightly queasy. He lingered in the doorway, watching as you pulled your knees up to your chest and buried your face in them.

Ever since the ‘conversation’ that had ensued during meal time a few rotations ago about freedom, you had been distant from everyone.

Taking in a large breath to hopefully give himself courage, he stepped into your shared room on Komino, and your head immediately snapped up at his arrival.

“Hey, Y/n,” He greeted with a soft sigh, lowering himself onto the ground beside you, leaning his head back against the cool window, dropping the helmet that had been securely sitting under his arm beside him.

“Hey, Hunter.” You replied quietly, looking away from your brother to gaze out the window that stood behind him.

“Listen,” He reached up and ran a hand through his hair, “I’m sorry. About what happened, and for the things I said.”

Your gaze lingered on him for a moment before you shrugged and averted it once more, “It’s fine.” You mumbled.

He shook his head back and forth softly, “No, it’s not.” He admitted, “Because you were right, we’re not free.” Your attention was pulled towards him once more, “But we’re soldiers, we’re not supposed to be free.”

You cleared your throat slightly, “We do have more freedom than most of the other clones do, though.” You whispered, “So, I’m sorry too. We are free enough.”

Hunter let out a long sigh, running a hand down his face, “But the thing is, I don’t want you to lose hope that we can lead a better life. Sure, we’re soldiers and we’re trained from the very beginning for war, but what about when that war ends?” A small smile tugged at his lips, “We’re still gonna need someone who can find a life for us outside of the war.”

Slowly, you matched his smile.

I see this life, like a swinging vine

“Clone force ninety nine,” An admiral drawled, looking down at a device in his hand as he spoke, “A new mission has arisen that appears to be in need of your… special qualities.”

None of you did much as wavered from the line you all stood firmly at attention, eyes trained straight ahead.

“I will not lie to you,” He continued, “There is a high chance that some of you will not make it back from the mission.”

All around you, you noticed your brother's muscles tense at the same time yours did. It was something that nobody but one of you would have been able to pick up on.

“Sir,” Hunter spoke in an authoritative tone, eyes not leaving the spot he was staring at straight ahead, “Permission to speak?”

From the corner of your eye, you noticed the admiral's eyebrow quirk up in shock- and quite possibly some curiosity- before nodding his head once, “Proceed.”

“With all due respect, sir, I do not feel comfortable sending my squad on a mission with odds that are against any one of them not returning.”

You sucked in a sharp breath. Never would you have expected Hunter to talk back to an admiral. Your brother was usually the one that tried to keep you all from speaking out against those in power.

“Is that so?” It was unclear what he was thinking just from his tone.

Hunter swallowed thickly, “It is, sir.”

“Well,” The admiral took slow steps until he was right in front of Hunter, forcing the man to look at him, “It’s too bad I wasn’t asking then. Isn’t it?”

Swing my heart across the line

You thought they had been lying, all those stories you had been told. About how it all happened in slow motion, what felt like the end of your life.

But there you were, falling to the ground too slowly to be possible, the only thing you were able to hear being your own, ragged breathing. And even though you knew all of your brothers were screaming from above you, you couldn’t hear them through the vast fog of your own breaths.

Next, your vision blurred. You weren’t able to see the way they huddled into a protective circle around your limp body immediately. Nor could you notice the way they shot at the thousands of droids with much more accuracy than before, their own rage and horror at what had happened to you consuming them completely.

Tech was the only one to break the circle, dropping down onto his knees beside you and beginning to assess the damage that the blaster wound in your stomach was causing.

“-get her back to the ship!” Finally, his voice was pushing through to your ears, “We need to get her medical attention immediately!”

“Wrecker!” Hunter didn't hesitate with beginning to bark orders, “Pick her up and get run as fast as you can go the ship- we’ll cover you!”

Vaguely, somewhere far away, you felt your body be lifted with surprising delicacy from the ground, and you were jostled back and forth slightly while being cradled to a large chest that was attached to a body that had taken off towards where you had all left the ship.

“W-Wrecker…” You could barely even mumble out his name before your eyes rolled to the back of your head and you passed out in his arms.

And in my face is flashing signs, seek it out and ye shall find

Hunter let out a long sigh, dropping his head into his hands and harshly rubbing at the dark circles that rested under his eyes.

He was sitting on a chair next to the bed you lay unconscious on- where you had been lying unconscious for days after they had rushed you back to Komino.

“You need to get sleep,” Crosshair hissed from where he lent on the wall opposite of his brother.

The man shook his head stubbornly, dropping his hands into his lap and leaning forward on his knees, “No.” he grunted, “I need to be here for her.”

Crosshair rolled his eyes at your brother's stubbornness, “I’ll look after her,” He promised with a small scowl, “You’ll do her no good sitting here, half dead.”

The two of them had already forced Wrecker and Tech to go back to their room and get at least a few hours of sleep before they allowed them to visit you again.

After another moment's hesitation, Hunter reluctantly nodded and slowly pushed himself off, clapping the other man’s shoulder on the way out, “Thank you.” He said genuinely.

He only nodded in return, both of them knowing that he didn’t need to be thanked for looking out for you.

Old, but I'm not that old, young, but I'm not that bold

A groan left your lips as you lightly took Tech by the face and pushed him away from you, “I’m fine,” You complained to your brother, “Stop hovering.”

The man only pursed his lips and continued checking your vitals, “I will be the judge of that.” He determined.

“It was just a shot,” You groaned again, throwing your head back against the pillows, “It’s happened to all of us- so it’s no different than any other time.”

“That doesn’t make us worry any less, and you know it.” Hunter grunted, crossing his arms over his chest from where he stood at the foot of your bed.

“Well, it should.” You grumbled, crossing your arms over your own chest and sinking down on the bed.

“I, for one-“ Wreckers voice boomed.

Crosshair flinched with a small scowl at the sudden volume of it, “Quiet down, you big moron.” He hissed at the man.

Wrecker frowned in offense, “Hey-“

Despite the circumstances, a small smile pulled at your lips at the sight of your two brothers bickering. A sight so familiar, that it was even slightly comforting in a time like that.

And I don't think the world is sold on just doing what we're told

All around you, clones shot after you and your brothers as you wove in and out of trees as quickly as you could, ducking and dodging out of the way of the dangerously close blaster fire.

You had no idea what was happening, but you had all been on a supposedly simple mission when the other clones started shooting at the jedi that accompanied you all, soon turning on you as well.

Echo, the newest member of your squad, pushed you to the side as you ran side by side just in time for something to go flying right where your head had just been.

It was impossible to even manage a nod of thanks as your arms pumped faster and you pushed your legs harder to try and get yourselves all out of there.

“We need to get out of here!” Hunter shouted over all the chaos, coming up right beside you, and you could practically see his wide, panicked eyes, even from behind his mask.

“Quick!” You pointed out a cliff just up ahead, “We have to jump!”

All around you, you knew the others were hesitating, but Hunter nodded from beside you, trusting you wholeheartedly. You would never even suggest something like that if you didn’t believe that you could all survive it.

“You heard her, let’s go!” He ordered, jumping off the side first.

I feel something so right, doing the wrong thing

You all sat in a tense silence in the Marauder, each deep in your own thoughts that you couldn’t seem to escape from.

Why had the clones started shooting at the jedi- your allies- your friends? If it had been some sort of order, then why hadn’t you all heard of it? Why hadn’t you followed it?

There was one thing you knew for sure now, though. You were wanted by the republic, meaning you were now on the run from the only life you had ever known.

Of course, you had done the right thing by not shooting at the jedi, but then why did everyone else do it? Why would they ever betray them like that?

You knew you always talked about freedom, but this was not what you ever had in mind. You never would have wished for anything remotely like this. Not in a million years.

And I feel something so wrong, doing the right thing

You ducked your head, allowing your hood to fall further over your face, “I don’t like this,” You mumbled, anxiously rubbing at your wrists, “There’s clones everywhere.”

“We needed to get some fuel.” Tech sighed from beside you, “There was nowhere else we could have made it to.”

“We just have to lay low until it’s time to go.” Echo hopped in, eyes skillfully sweeping over the area as he spoke.

This didn’t feel right. Having to hide from the people that not too long ago, had been on your side. From people that hadn’t been hunting you down for the sole purpose of not shooting down your friends.

I couldn't lie, couldn't lie, couldn't lie

“I’m scared,” You admitted in a whisper, dropping your head back against the wall as you stared out the window into the endless area of stars.

Crosshair didn’t respond, just glanced at you before looking back out at the view.

“I don’t know what we’re supposed to do.” You whispered.

“We’re supposed to survive,” He drawled, “And right now, that means going from planet to planet until this all settles down. There’s nothing we can do about it.”

“No, I know that,” You sighed, “I just don’t like it.” You admitted.

He shrugged stiffly, “You don’t have to like it,” he grumbled, “You just have to do it.”

Everything that kills me makes me feel alive

It made you sick to watch. The way they marched through the streets while fireworks went off everywhere, announcing that the war was over.

As if they hadn’t just gunned down hundreds- if not thousands- of the most powerful beings in the galaxy. As if they hadn’t just taken away the galaxies greatest source of protection.

“This is terrible,” Echo whispered in horror from beside you, “Do all these citizens really not know what happened?”

You shrugged, “Or they just don’t care.”

The man shook his head, “No, no, I can’t believe that. Because if we believe that, then we’ve lost the only thing we have left. Our hope.”

You gave him a tight lipped smile in return, not bothering to tell him that you were afraid that hope he talked about had long since fled from your heart.

Lately, I've been, I've been losing sleep

“Can't sleep?” Unlike last time, you were the one initiating the question to Hunter.

The man’s head snapped up, before relaxing when he noticed it was just you. He shook his head with an exhausted sigh, “Want to, but can't.”

“Too many thoughts?” You asked in understanding.

“Too many thoughts.” He agreed tiredly.

A small frown pulled at your lips and you walked over to where he sat, ignoring his furrowed eyebrows of confusion and took his hand, pulling him to his feet.

“You’re going to bed,” You stated, dragging him back to his room, “Whether you like it or not.”

“I’m not tired-“

You effectively cut him off with the glare you threw over your shoulder, “Either you go to bed like this, the easy way. Or the hard way, where I knock you out. That way, you’re forced to sleep.”

He climbed into bed with little complaints after that, “You go to bed, too.” He yawned loudly as soon as his head hit the pillow.

The first smile in what felt like years tugged on your lips, “I will, don’t worry.”

Dreaming about the things that we could be

“So,” Wrecker asked loudly, “This is freedom?”

You sighed, drumming your fingers against the side of the cargo crate, “This is freedom.” You echoed.

He frowned a bit, “I expected it to be better than this.” He said sadly.

You gave him a sympathetic smile, reaching over and squeezing his shoulder, “You and me both, Wreck. You and me both.”

But baby, I've been, I've been praying hard

“Look what I found!” Wrecker announced excitedly, bounding into the room that you all sat around.

You all glanced up with curious expressions, being met with the sight of your grinning brother holding a deck of cards, “We can play!” He cheered.

Echo sighed slightly, “Wrecker, we have work to do-“

You watched sadly as the man deflated a bit at his words, and unconsciously decided to come to his rescue.

“Hey, now,” You coaxed, “One game couldn’t hurt, right? We all deserve a break.”

Reluctantly, one by one, everyone gave it, slowly sitting down around a table and letting Wrecker be joyful as he got to pass out the cards and you all relaxed for the first time in what felt like forever, allowing yourselves to get lost in the game.

Said, "No more counting dollars, we'll be counting stars"

You walked side by side with your brothers through a market on the new planet that you had all holed up on, falling into the routine that you had built up with all the past planets during your time on the run.

Hunter, Crosshair, and Echo were sent to scope out the place and find you all a practical and safe place to live for the next few days. You and Wrecker were tasked with finding the food. Leaving Tech to be in charge of researching everything he could about the place to better be able to fit in.

Though it wasn’t the most stable or reliable plan ever, it had gotten the six of you through everything so far. And despite freedom not being what you thought it would be, at least you would be able to spend it with your brothers by your side.

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Hi can you do one where during sex Steve Rodgers says the wrongs name please🥰👀

A/N: Omg no but like the way he would panic so badly about this. Of course i had to write this, although i have changed what i would have initially written because i wanna switch it up. I was going to do it as a HC but i don't do those and i'm terrible at them so it's going to be a regular fic if that's okay.

Also want to say that it’s taken me ten times longer to get this out due to a blunder the other night. I had finished this fic and was putting my tags in, but when i came to do this, i minimised Tumblr on Chrome, not realising that the site refreshes. It got rid of the last half of the fic. However, i’ve re written what i lost and i hope it’s still as good. Thank you for reading.

Disclaimer: My work is not to be translated or to be posted anywhere else other than MY Tumblr, Wattpad or Ao3 without my permission. However, reblogs are welcome.

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Little!Fem!Reader

Summary: Throughout your time with Steve, you've always felt his heart wasn't in it, that he belonged to another. During an intimate moment, he proved you right. But is all lost between the two of you?

Warnings: Angst, smut, protected sexual intercourse, swearing and just very tense and sad. Not really 18+ but because of the tiny ounce of smut 18+ it is.

Word Count: 7,055

GIF NOT MINE!!! Credit to @valdomarx go check them out.

Back To December

It was a cold December night and hushed laughter bounced off of the walls of The Avengers compound in the dead of the night as yourself and Steve attacked each others faces, kissing and removing items of clothing as he walked you backwards to his room that should have really been considered your room too.

You had been in the living room reading alone, with absolutely no distractions until he strutted in, looking as gorgeous as ever.

Upon his return from being on the run, you found Steve to be very different from the man you came to fall in love with before he went away. It was as though he let go of all inhibitions and allowed himself to really live, or live as best as he could whilst remaining incognito.

He flashed you a genuine smile before turning his back to you, allowing you to continue reading without interrupting whilst he made himself a cup of coffee.

But as it always had been with yourself and Steve ever since the two of you first crossed paths, it was impossible to stop yourselves from naturally gravitating toward one another like there was this magnetic pull, urging you on.

So you put the bookmark in and placed it down onto the coffee table before you rose to your feet and began to pad bare foot over to him.

You snaked your hands around his muscular and toned frame as your head rested onto his sweater clad back. Your hands couldn't help but roam before eventually resting on his impressive pecs.

"Little one..." he warned, but you paid him no mind.

"I just want to be close to you is all, Steve"

He seemed to accept your response as he made his coffee with little to no effort to remove you. You were stuck to him, like a Koala.

As he finished up, he led you back over to the couch where you snuggled up to him, taking the time to inhale his masculine and intoxicating scent. The two of you stayed seated that way until his hand began to roam too, much likes yours only seconds prior.

The thing with yourself and Steve was that ever since you first met, you were more than aware of his heart permanently being attached to Peggy, he pined after her and part of him still did.

Intimate moments had always been very few and far between but after his return to you that had lessened even more so. But what Steve hadn’t told you was that the time away had brought him back to the Steve he was when he first met Peggy. He constantly wondered what she would make of what he'd made of his life, or how they would have progressed had they had the time to see where things could have led.

But none of that lessened his love for you. It was real, very real and he adored the bones of you. You chose to love him when he felt the most alone, you accepted his broken shell and loved him back to life.

Is it even possible to love two people? Clearly so.

However, the main question was, what kind of love did he feel for you? But most importantly what kind of love did he feel for his past life and Peggy?

If he were to answer honestly, he'd say he loved you, loved everything about you and he'd even say that you were his rock, his world. But he’d also say that he loved Peggy too, that she was a very significant part of his old life and it would be strange if he didn’t miss that.

For so long the what if's had haunted him and the time he had on the run only amplified that.

As soon as your body hit the bed he was stripping himself of the rest of his clothes, he completely discarded his coffee in the lounge the moment things turned heated.

After his hand wondered, he started slow by kissing you, pecking at your lips until you pulled him closer for more. Your hands cupped his face as he explored your mouth with his tongue.

All of this led to you laying underneath him that night, mercilessly and submitting to him, allowing him to really take you as his and do anything he wanted.

The memories flood his mind of the events that followed...

Steve stares down at you, pupils dilating at the mere sight of you beneath him, waiting patiently and half naked. God does he love you, he loves you so much that if he ever lost you he’d rather die.

He can recall the early stages of dating you, the endless nights he’d stay up trying to figure out a way to ask you out. He remembers thinking that if you had ended up rejecting him then he’d refuse to show his face around you until his embarrassment faded. But luckily for him, you accepted, rather excitedly in fact.

“I’ve missed this” you breathe, running your hands through his beautiful locks as he unclasps your bra, tossing it down to the floor carelessly.

“Missed what?” his mouth immediately latches onto your breasts, sucking one nipple into his mouth and flicking his tongue, hardening the peak further as you arch into him helplessly. His mouth feels so good, you can’t get enough of it, it’s like a drug.

“This, us. You” somehow he just knew, without you even uttering another word, he knew. He could sense what you meant just by how you said it and how you forced him to look at you.

He’s missed you too, the lack of intimacy had you worried for a moment, well a little more than a moment but still. He’s now proving just how he feels for you with his actions, the kisses are deep and filled with passion and the look in his eyes matches.

“I’ve missed you too, i’m sorry i’ve been so distant” his apology causes an ache to rush through your heart at lightning speed until it’s gone, leaving you wondering if you even felt it.

You pull him closer, if that’s even possible, close enough to wrap your body around his. Arms wrapped around his neck loosely, legs hooked around his waist with your ankles locked, cementing the two of you together.

“I love you, Y/N. So much”

“I know. And i love you, Steve” you say it slow, taking the time to really look into his eyes, your love for him is abundantly clear, more so in fact. As is his for you.

Or so you think

He continues to kiss you, working his way down from your lips to your other breast, showing it the same attention as the other one and taking his time to really live in this moment. No rushing, no quickies, just you and him in his bed alone and loving one another.

You reach down, grasping his hard length in your small hand and wrapping it around him gently, pumping him agonisingly slow before flipping the two of you over so that you’re on top, straddling.

Steve watches you intently and adoringly as you shimmy down until you’re knelt between his legs on his perfectly made bed. He always has been a perfectionist, a quality you loathe and find endearing simultaneously.

Before he can comprehend what’s happening, you’re sucking on his eager red tip, the pre cum now on your tongue, a salty tang that you’ve more than missed, his taste.

“Ugh, little one” he rasps, his voice barely above a whisper, the two of you trying so hard to keep the noise down, wanting to avoid your fellow Avengers from hearing. Especially Vision and Sam either side of Steve’s room. Not the best circumstances. Should have just taken it back to your room, Wanda is a heavy sleeper after all, she’d never hear a thing.

Steve wraps your hair up in his hands, holding it into a makeshift ponytail as he guides your head nervously.

Despite his inhibition free life, he’s still the same Steve that he was way before you. The clueless Steve who got so nervous his hands couldn’t stop shaking, leading to your heads butting before your first kiss.

The way your tongue is pressing on the underside of him, licking and flicking against him as you start to bob your head up and down, it’s making him lose all efforts to keep quiet.

Hence why you reach your hand up, pressing over his mouth.

“Can’t wake everyone else now, can we Stevie?” his head shakes, his agreement. So you decide to pull off of him with a pop and crawl back up to straddle him once more, feeling his hands glide across your thighs before they settle and splay across the soft globes of your ass in those sexy white laced panties of yours. The mere sight of you in lingerie get’s him every time but he would be lying if he didn’t admit that he prefers you completely naked.

To your surprise, you barely manage to do a thing before you’re under him again, squealing at the shock of it. His hands roam your body, every inch far from touch starved.

“God, i love you. I love you i love you i love you” he coos, his mouth leaving sloppy kisses along your skin as he works his way down to your sex. A fire ignites as soon as he reaches your mound, the soaked panties covering your modesty are soon ripped to shreds. Dating a super soldier can be great, sometimes, you guess.

The giggle you let out soon fades as his mouth attacks your pussy with feverish need. He’s obsessed, inhaling your scent and tasting you like you’re his only meal, his last to be exact, it’s sexy and it feels way too good.

“Steve, i need you” emphasis on the word need, you mean it with every part of you. The craving is so intense that you feel as though you could turn feral any second.

“Patience, please”

He’s not over tasting you, drinking down your arousal as it pours endlessly from your pussy like a fountain.

Your back arches and your fingers run through his hair whilst he grips your thighs, draping them over his shoulders where you clamp down onto his head. Your body wriggling and writhing as the impending orgasm approaches, consuming you entirely. Your toes curl in slow motion, waves of pleasure soak you deliciously and you jolt at the sensitivity of your pussy, although he seems to be too focused on drinking you dry.

“Steve” you groan, elongating his name so that it almost sounds musical, your sounds just a beautiful song to his ears that he could spend forever listening to.

His response comes in the form of his open mouthed sloppy kisses as he starts to make his way back up your body, taking his time, his boastful moans and smug grin showing, he’s barely able to contain how good it makes him feel to pleasure you.

Even since day one, he’s never been one to shy away from it, it was the first intimate act he performed on you and with your instructions, he mastered it easily. You found yourself reaching your first orgasm with him in no time.

It always bewildered you how pre serum, Steve never had much luck with the ladies, he had the personality to knock most men out of the water and still always came second best to them. But now with you, he sees the potential he’s always had, the romance to woo you, the kindness and gentlemanly traits that should have won him first place all that time ago.

Peggy was the first to see that in him, you seeing it only confirmed all the things he thought he could be. Now he believes it himself.

“You don’t play around, do you?” you whisper, licking your lips as your eyes drift to his, your slick covering them along with his chin and your taste on his breath turns you on all the more.

“You drive me crazy” he confesses, bringing you in for a sloppy tongue filled kiss, his gliding over yours just right, your taste filling your own mouth, causing you to pull him closer to deepen it. You can’t get enough. He smells of you, tastes of you. You are one with him.

“Think you’re ready for me, baby?”

“I think we should really get on with it, don’t you? I barely kept my mouth closed just now and i already know Sam is struggling to sleep”

“Ain’t that right” you hear Sam’s muffled agreement which pulls laughter from the two of you.

Steve just nods, reaching for a condom and sliding it on before hovering above you, his bulging biceps either side of your head keeping him up.

You lift your legs up for him, spreading them and wrapping them around him teasingly whilst his hand reaches down to spread your arousal around your pussy before resting himself at your entrance.

Once his eyes meet yours, you give him the nod to let him know that you want this as much as he does, if not more. The signal turns green and he slowly eases his erection inside of you, taking his time to ensure he’s not too rough, the time for that will come when the entire compound isn’t fast asleep. Tonight is about romance and loving one another.

He’s halfway in and you’re toes are already curling, the feel of him filling you to the brim is delicious, it’s everything and in times like these, you feel even closer to him. You feel your love for him bursting at the seams, the passion fuelling your body and urging you on to act out of the norm, out of the norm that you used to slip into so easily before him. After him, there’s just after and you cannot tell for the life of you where he ends and you begin.

Bottoming out inside of you, Steve pants before lowering himself to wrap you around him even more, just wanting to feel close to you.

You can’t believe your luck, to have him in your life as a friend was great enough but when he became yours officially, you felt on top of the world. You still have to pinch yourself sometimes.

Is he real?

Is he really yours?

Of course he is. But it all feels surreal.

Sweet nothings are whispered as he starts to thrust, dragging his impressive size in and out of you, gliding over your walls as you tighten and clench around him keeping him locked inside, begging him to never leave.

I love you’s are exchanged, letting all of your insecurities of him not wanting you the way you want him fade away, he does want you and here is the proof.

Uncertainty leaves, soon to return at some point surely. However, in this moment with him, you don’t care. His hands on you, his breath fanning your neck as he buries his face in the crook of it, placing kisses and nipping at the sensitive skin. He’s sure to leave marks all along your neck up to your jaw at this rate.

Not that you’d care for it, it would just be further proof that he’s yours and you’re his.

The snap of his hips grows faster gradually until before you know it, he’s rutting into you aggressively and the impending orgasm is sure to blow your mind. You don’t think you can wait until he’s ready but just as that thought forms, it leaves. His grunts escape, so close together as his brows furrow, he’s close too.

You suddenly feel the need to hold on escape your body and the moment you arch your back, your hips move on their own accord with him to meet his movements. You reach your peak, orgasm consuming your entire body undoubtedly.

That’s when he stops kissing your neck, his body stilling as he twitches inside of you.

“Steve” you moan whisper-like, resting your hand at the nape of his neck, cooing a little to ease him through his own orgasm.

“I can’t control myself when it comes to you, i can’t stop wanting you”

His words warm you.

“I love you, Peggy”

Your body freezes, your hand falls from his neck, everything blurs, your eyes fill with tears threatening to spill. But you refuse to let them go without a fight.

Peggy, the woman that has had a hold on Steve ever since he met her. She’s never left and you knew this from day one, yet you knew he also loved you, he loved you deeply and he still does. But it’s clear the lack of intimacy lately has been due to her being on his mind, more so than usual.

“Y/N” his words are meaningless as you push him off of you and slip off of the bed to retrieve your clothes from his bedroom floor. Your room is on the other side of the compound and now you have to do the walk of shame. Shameful in more ways than one but most of all, you’re heartbroken.

Her name escaping his lips during such an intimate moment, the first one for the two of you in a long time, it’s bound to hurt, to cripple you. Your heart is shattering into a million tiny pieces, unfixable.

You’ve always prided yourself on being unbreakable, cold and almost stone-like but Steve broke down those walls so embarrassingly easy that you learnt to trust him. Now those walls are down and you’re vulnerable, available for people to take advantage of.

He sighs, getting off of the bed and wrapping his hand around your wrist to get you to stop. But as you look at him, you realise the tears betrayed you by falling without you giving them permission to show how affected you are.

“It’s okay, Steve. I understand, let me go” breaking your own heart even further if that’s even possible, just by uttering those words. Because it’s not okay, it’s not okay in the slightest, to have his heart in two different lifetimes, the one he had with her and the one he now has with you.

Bucky warned you about this, hell, everyone did. But Bucky was the first.

“He’s not over her” he told you “he loves her and he always will” yet you didn’t listen, because you’re stupid and you let your heart lead you into a compromising and fatal situation. Heartbreak feels like a near death experience, a never ending panic attack and right now you’re struggling to breathe, to find your centre. You’re in a car that’s tumbling over and over until you’re heartbeat stops and before you know it an ambulance is pronouncing you dead at the scene. Or in this case, in reality, dead at the foot of Steve Roger’s bed.

You pull your wrist free from his lying grip before storming out and making your way to your room, sobs escaping uncontrollably, not giving two fucks who you wake at this time of night. You’re hurting and everyone will soon know what happened, mostly due to the walls being incredibly thin and with Sam next door to Steve’s room, it meant he had probably heard.

Once you reach your room you slam the door closed and slide down it, pulling your legs to your chest, your knees touching the spot just above your breasts.

And that night was the last night you were able to call Steve Rogers yours.

Steve shudders as he recalls the events, his actions the cause of someones heartbreak, something he never pegged himself as, a heartbreaker.

He ruined you and he’s never forgotten the pang of regret in his heart that wrecked him from the inside out the moment he saw the tears streaming down your face. Especially the way he felt the moment you walked out of his room after telling him to let you go. At the time he thought you only meant letting go of your wrist but it wasn’t long before realisation hit him, you meant letting you walk away from him without sweet talking you to stay because even you knew he’d be able to do that in a heartbeat, that’s how submissive you were for him. He turned you into this woman who lived and breathed him and as pleasing as it was at the time, he can see that he ruined you.

All he can think about is the feel of your skin underneath his large calloused hands, the feeling that even after all this time, is still as clear as day.

All he wants is to make it better, make everything alright and to most of all apologise to you. You never deserved that.

No one does.

He’s now realising what he had with you, he didn’t just have security like most people crave these days, but he had lust, love, passion, excitement, he could be himself, he had romance. And he threw it all away.

Whilst Peggy creeps into his mind, every crevice actually, he doesn’t have her here with him and he never really did have her, not officially. What he had with you was solid, unbreakable until he broke it in the palm of his hand, crushing your heart whilst he was at it.

But he misses you.

Peggy was on his mind more so prior to the events of that night, back in December. But he can’t change how he allowed that to effect you. He didn’t love you any less, she was just there in the back of his mind, more so than she usually was and it ruins him to know he didn’t fight it enough.

He should have.

If he could, he’d go back to December and do things better.

And now as he walks up to the old cabin in the middle of nowhere, the one that Tony had bought for his eventual settled life with Pepper, he feels his hands shaking.

One knock is all it took for the unsettled feeling in his stomach to worsen. One knock is all it took before he heard shuffling behind the door and before he knew it, it swung open revealing you.

You haven’t changed at all, not one bit. In the last 6 months, you’ve stayed the same. He watches your eyes turn cold as you still, not blinking.

Why is he here? You think to yourself. Hatred fills you as well as longing.

You’ve done nothing but think about him for 6 months.

After that night in December, Tony offered you some time away to gather yourself. You couldn’t be an Avenger and save the world if you were broken.

His words not yours.

The way Tony had to peel you off of the bedroom floor and put you to bed was enough for him to know you needed a break, some form of reprieve.

But here the perpetrator stood, the reason for your slip in the ability to care for yourself normally for the first 2 months of your time away. The reason you had to leave, the reason you feel sick constantly.

Tears almost fill your eyes but you straighten your posture and stare him right in the eyes as you move to the side, allowing him to step in. If he’s going to get the message that you don’t care, this will be how he gets it. surely.

You make your way back to the couch, your legs curling up on it as you pick your book back up and focus on the words that now hold no meaning as you pretend to forget his presence.

Whilst he just stands next to the fireplace with a lump in his throat.

“I’m sorry”

“You came here to say sorry?” you raise one eyebrow as you glance up for a second “you shouldn’t have bothered, you already said sorry”

Which he did, but you barely registered it through all the noise of your heartbreak.

How dare he come here after all this time, with his tail between his legs and hoping for forgiveness. You vowed the day you left to come here that you’d never forgive him, you told yourself that you’d learn to work with him but forgiveness was never going to be on the cards.

And as he looks at you, taking in your reaction, he understands what it means.

It’s truly over. You don’t want him. But if only he knew that your heart still races at the sight of him, or whatever is left of your heart anyway.

“I don’t want this to be over, Y/N” oh he doesn’t want this to be over, too bad. The strength that’s rebuilt itself over the last 6 months is willing you to push him away, but the weakness he causes is urging you to jump into his arms as though you never broke up and go back to how things were.

However, it’s not that easy. Even if you do still want him, you’re not the same girl he once knew. Heartbreak changes people and the time away, the space between the two of you has done you the world of good, it’s made you respect yourself. You can’t just drop that at the snap of his fingers. Not anymore.

You always did too much for him, you were there whenever he needed you. Even when he was on the run, you were a fool for him, a fool in love.

Although your love hasn’t faded, not in the slightest, you can’t be her anymore, you can’t be that naive girl who let anyone walk all over her. You’re better than that now.

The walls that took seconds for him to break down are now back up and stronger than ever.

Despite having more than a few choice words to say in response to him, you scoff, shrugging him off as though he were a pesky fly buzzing around you and you were merely waving your hand around to get rid. He is and always will be someone you love and you were getting too used to being someone he loved too. You were too comfortable in your life with him, the life that was clearly leading down the road to eventual marriage.

Not anymore though, that’s long gone. Along with the girl you were when you were stuck in that fantasy land.

“Say something, please. Anything”

“You want me to respond to you, you don’t deserve it Steve. So if all you came here for was to tell me you want me back then you can leave because we were over that night, the moment you said her name during sex with me” there she is, the girl you were before Steve, the girl who didn’t take no shit, the no nonsense bitch that refused to allow anyone to walk all over her. Now you’re back to her and it feels great.

There may still be lingering feelings for him -okay, more than just lingering, you love him - but you are not going to give in, you can’t.

Keep strong, be her.

He bows his head “i know you probably hate me” his voice barely above a whisper and laced with regret.

“I could never hate you, Steve. I just know that i can’t trust you, not anymore. So excuse me for putting my defences up the second you arrive here”

Steve wanted you to hate him or at least he thought he did. Somehow, he thought it would be easier for you to lash out with venomous words, for you to tell him how much you despise him and it was what he was expecting to happen. But instead, you’re looking at him as though you barely recognise him and that look in your eyes, that glint that always remained every time you looked at him, that’s gone. The girl he loves is gone.

“I miss you”

“I’m not going to let you do this, Steve”

“It’s true, i miss you. I miss you so much it hurts. That nig-”

“That night ruined me. You know that, right? And here you are, trying to pretend as though you didn’t do what you did, making out like i’m over reacting. Or at least, that’s how you’re making me feel right now. She had to have been on your mind for you to say her name, Steve”

“She was on my mind”

Ouch that hurt. Your heart aches, but you keep yourself composed, a poker face remains, showing him you aren’t bothered in the slightest even though deep down, you are.

“She always will be. Whether i want her to be or not, she’s part of me. She was the first woman who i really felt a connection with, the first woman aside from Bucky to see me for me, to accept me”

These are the words you’ve been longing to hear. Through all the nights you’ve cried yourself to sleep from missing him and all the anger you’ve felt, angry at yourself and Steve. You wanted him to appear, to tell you that he didn’t mean it, explain his actions. And here he is at the eleventh hour, just as you were making real progress, telling you what he should have that night.

“Sam and Buck were pressuring me to propose to you, telling me that it was then or never. I agreed with them, i assured them that it was merely a waiting game because i didn’t just want to pop the question during any old day, i wanted to pick the right moment to make you mine, officially”

Marriage was something you always saw coming with him, back then at least. But hearing him say that it was on his mind quite frequently, your heart betrays you by skipping a beat.

“But then, Peggy came up. Buck wanted to know if she was really gone from my mind, if i was over her or the potential life i could have had, had i not been so hell bent on defeating Hydra and my answer was that i only wanted you. My love for Peggy was genuine but my thoughts of her eventually only grew into numerous what if’s that still haunt me and i think they always will but she’s not my future, you are” the look you give him reminds him that a future with you isn’t possible, not after that night.

“At least, you were until i fucked things up” he corrects.

“Wow, Cap. Really going for that whole cursing thing” sarcasm that earns you a light hearted chuckle from him, but that’s not how you intended for it to be received.

Your focus goes back to your book, the words still not meaning a thing.

Why did he have to turn up now?

Why did he pick today of all days?

You feel so torn up and frustrated.

“Is there nothing else for you to say to me, after what i just told you?”

Keep strong, be her.

Do not sway from the you that has taken you so long to rebuild, do not give in to him.

“Oh i have a lot to say, but i don’t want to. I want to move on from the whole thing” you shrug, standing back up and moving yourself away into the kitchen where you start to prepare ingredients for soup. Fresh homemade soup has been your lunch time regular lately, cooking has become your new hobby as though it was always supposed to be your niche.

But wherever you go, Steve follows. And right now, he’s doing exactly that, following you like a lost puppy dog. But you refuse to break.

“Anything i better than this silence, Y/N. I just, i couldn’t bare going another day without talking to you and now that i’m here, you’ve barely said anything”

“Look, Steve. Even if all that you said is true and genuine, i can’t be with you, not anymore. I’m not the same fool i was when i left. I’ve changed, i’ve matured and i like the new me or should i say the me i was before i met you”

His eyes stare deeply into your own, searching for any trace of a lie. He comes up empty handed though.

Little does he know that you’ve become so well acquainted with the new you that you’ve also gotten better at hiding your true feelings. The feelings you still have for him, the love you still hold.

Dammit. Keep it together.

Before you know it he’ll give up and leave. You just have to hold it in for a little longer.

“So just like that, you’re giving up”

He did not just say that to you.

Anger begins to boil beneath your skin “giving up? No, you gave up the moment you said her name. The moment you failed to let her go, that’s when you gave up. I fought for you for so long. So don’t you dare put this on me, Steve because it’s crap”

Before you can turn around to resume your lunch prep he’s forcing you to look at him, his hands on your face, cupping it firmly.

“I love you, is that not enough, does that count for nothing?”

“It counts, Steve. Of course it does but if i let you in again, i’ll look like the biggest joke. All anyone will say is how silly i was to forgive you and i’m not ready to trust you again or put myself through that gossip fest”

“Screw everyone else and forget what happened. It’s just you and me here, do you still love me?”

Dreamy blue orbs filled with sorrow, longing and most of all hope bore into your cold eyes, intent on pulling you back to him.

If you were to ever do this, if you were to ever drop everything and take him back. It would never be just as cut and dry as snapping your fingers and going back to how things were, you would need to start again. He’d need to work hard, to sweat you and prove his love.

Actions speak louder than words after all.

But there’s something underlying, issues that need to be addressed, to be dealt with. He claims Peggy is nothing more to him now than just a what if, but what if that’s a lie? A lie he concocted to win you back.

You never pegged him for a liar, but he still did lie. Well, technically he withheld. He was never true to you, he never discussed Peggy with you. He told you briefly about what he felt for her on your first date but after that she disappeared into the clouds, never to be spoken of again.

However, now you have that knowledge resurfacing. Along with all the things Bucky told you and Steve’s confession that he discussed his old flame with his best friends, something he could never do with you. It hurts. You were brutally honest with him about your ex Jason. You told him just how badly he hurt you, how things were left and most importantly where you stood in regards to your feelings towards him.

Steve knew you inside and out and without these newly rebuilt walls, he still does.

Hence why when that little glimmer of hope in your eyes returns without you realising, he’s alerted of your remaining feelings towards him. The hope he’s wanted to see in you since the days leading up to his visit here.

“Steve” you warn, moving away from him

“It’s been hell on earth without you, little one. If it weren’t for Tony stopping me, i’d have followed you here the moment i found out where you’d ran off to. I’ve not been myself since that night, your absence has cripp-”

“I’ve not exactly been okay either. What, you think everything has been smooth sailing for me here? Because it hasn’t. I’ve done nothing but wallow in my own self pity, cry for you and what we had then i’d hate myself for wanting you back. I cried until i couldn’t cry anymore, until i was tired and fell asleep. It’s been that way for 6 months. Every. Single Day”

Your cool calm and collected state is now in tatters. He’s bringing out that side of you, the side that cares too much. But with your walls still up, you won’t allow yourself to cry in front of him. He will never win that from you, you refuse to give yourself to him in that way.

He may be aware of how you really feel now but you made a promise to yourself, no tears.

The silence is deafening as you turn away once again, picking up a knife to dice up the vegetables before moving them all into a pot to boil.

What else is there for the two of you to say? What else can be done aside from talking around in circles?

You’d both agree that the love still remains but the hurt of what he put you through is too much.

You’re stuck between the desires of your heart and the logic of your head.

“Peggy will always be with you, she’ll always be in your thoughts but can you forget her, forget about the life you could have had? For me?”

A loud sigh escapes him as he wraps his strong arms around you once more, causing a shiver to dance down your spine.

“I don’t know if i’ll ever forget about her, she’s a big part of who i am now but i love you and i want this to work. Please believe me when i say, i don’t love her in the way i love you”

He feels like home, smells like home and his voice is genuine, his words too.

“I still need some time to digest all of this, to be alone with my thoughts, for a little longer at least. I’ll come back soon” you whisper, pulling away from the hug just enough to look up into his eyes. The heat rolling off of his body and warming you up is so familiar that it’s hard to not just pack your things up right this second, get into his car and go home with him.

But if this is ever going to work again, you need to finish off here, get your space, think things over before making any rash decisions, you need to really be sure that this is what you want.

With an understanding nod, Steve backs away, turning to walk toward the front door but before he can bring himself to walk out, he turns back, stalking toward you and taking long strides.

You go to speak but before you can even do so, his hands are cupping your face again and his lips are moulded to yours as though they were always supposed to be. His kiss is needy, it’s rough, it’s desperation. He’s not just telling you he loves you with this kiss, he’s proving to you that his love is real, he needs you in his life, he can’t cope without you around.

And you’d be lying if you didn’t at least feel all of those things too.

Because you do, you do feel them and they are so real it’s scary. You’re afraid of getting hurt again, you’re afraid of letting him in, of letting him break down your walls.

Trust takes years to build, seconds to break and a lifetime to repair.

But lucky for Steve, the two of you have more than your fair share of years on your side and he’ll spend every single day repairing it. To him, you’re worth it.

As his lips leave yours, the two of you are panting, his chest is rising and falling to the same rhythm as yours, you’re in sync. The look in his eyes says it all, he’ll be waiting for you.

And just like that, he’s gone, out the door and hopping into his car. The loud rev of the engine tells you that he’s using Tony’s car, the knowledge makes you smile.

A tear stained face stares out of the kitchen window, your eyes trained on his as he reverses the car out of the space next to yours. And that was the second you knew that everything was going to be okay. That you were going to make it, with him.

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Touchdown

*gif not mine, credit goes to the owner*

I just want to take a moment to say thank you for the love on my last fic! It made my lil ole heart swell to see that peopled enjoyed it enough to leave a like or reblog.

This is just something special I had in my arsenal that I wrote for a friend a few months ago. I touched it up a bit and added a few things here and there. It all started when we were talking about how much we loved when Chris' accent got heavier after he'd been drinking, and well, I couldn't help myself lol. I hope you enjoy the fluff! xoxo

I apologize for any grammatical errors, I tried to proof-read but am also a little exhausted lol.

Pairing: Chris Evans x Reader

Word Count: 2844

Warnings: I don't think there's anyway? Mentions of being drunk/drinking alcohol, cursing, and illusions to sexy times, but that's about it.

You hadn’t noticed how furiously your knee was bouncing up and down until the person sitting next to you on the subway got up to move seats once the train squealed to a stop. You sighed and ran your hands down the front of your thighs. Normally being a little late didn’t bother you as much, but tonight you were meeting him.

You flipped your wrist over to check your watch. 8:30pm. In all honesty, it had probably been only thirty seconds later than when you checked it the last time. Another deep sigh escaped from your lips as you started to become hyper aware of the train remaining still at the current stop. What could possibly be taking so long? You knew he wouldn’t care if you were running late, but the time the two of you had together already felt so minuscule. You wanted to capitalize on every second you could.

The train began moving again and you slumped back into your seat, feeling only a small amount of relief. It was becoming painfully apparent that you needed to try and relax. You could feel the sweat building up on your body, the sting on your palms from where your fingernails were pressing in with a vengeance moments ago, and you could hear your heart thumping in your ears. Your hand dug around in your purse for a few moments before finding the small case you were looking for. Opening it, you slipped your headphones into your ears and let your head rest on the window behind you as music intertwined with your thoughts.

Once upon a time, you made fun of people who decided to go to grad school. What kind of a clown would spend thousands of MORE dollars and go BACK to school?? Not to mention the stress of the assignments, the due dates - it was not for you...or so you thought.

Now here you are, a regular booboo the fool.

NYU’s graduate program for design and merchandising wasn’t necessarily part of your 5-year plan, but when the opportunity landed in front of you it was difficult to pass up. NYU was a school you had only dreamt of attending back in high school. When you were a senior in high school you were able to tour the campus and fell in love immediately. Hours upon hours were spent researching grants, scholarships, and all sorts of ways to try to make it happen. However, the dream ended as most teenage dreams do - crushed. There was no way you or your parents could afford the loans that it would surely wrack up to attend the out of state university, and there was no way you could ask your parents take on that kind of debt just so you could go to college. UMass was the way to go - close to home and familiar. Not to mention you were able to obtain several scholarships and grants that helped bring down the cost tremendously. Little did you know, boring ole UMass would bring you one of the most important things in your life.

Applying for graduate school wasn’t an easy decision and one you couldn’t really take all the credit for. A smile crept across your face as you reminisced on the night you nervously brought up the idea to your long-term boyfriend.

“I think you should do it,”

“I know, right?” you scoffed, “it’s insane, why would I do something so stup...wait, what? You do?”

“Of course I do. This is something you love and that you’re passionate about. Do you know how many hours of my life were spent listening to you ramble about NYU?” he questioned with a grin.

“It will open up so many doors for you. We can make things work,” a chuckle escaped from those beautiful lips as he saw your dumbfounded expression. He wrapped his fingers around your waist and pulled you close, “What? Did you expect me to forbid it? Cmon, baby, what kind of guy do you take me for?”

You didn’t have a lot of wins in your life, but you did have Chris.

When you got accepted, he took off a week from work to drive you 3 and a half hours south to help get you settled and moved into your temporary new home. The two of you ate a disgusting amount of pizza, moved a ridiculous amount of heavy furniture in the middle of a summer heat wave, and enjoyed each other’s company before the long-distance thing would set in. Chris spent that week encouraging you every step of the way, talking you off the ledge when you were convinced you had made the wrong decision, and made sure to help you christen every possible surface of your new place in the most deliciously sinful way.

You bit your lip slightly at the thought and a warm feeling spread across your face. Chris was one of the most incredible people you had met in this world. Kind, caring, funny, intelligent, passionate, and god was he sexy. The connection the two of you had was scary at first, but now you just couldn’t imagine spending your life with anyone else.

The robotic voice came over the loud-speaker in the subway car and you were rudely ripped back to reality as it pulled into your stop. You hurriedly scooped up your bag and jogged off the train.

It had been a promise between the two of you when you moved that there would be equal effort when it came to visiting and keeping in contact while having good, open communication. Long distance was hard but the two of you were determined to make it work. FaceTime calls, hours upon hours of texting, and even as far as writing the occasional letter back and forth (because your boyfriend was a hopeless romantic and you loved it so much). This weekend was your turn to come home to visit, and of course your last class had to go longer than anticipated. Fuckin’ Tiffany and her stupid ass questions.

The muscles of your calves burned as you kept up your hurried pace, weaving through the crowds of people gathered on sidewalks outside of various clubs and restaurants. It was a weekend night and the Patriots were playing, which meant the city was more alive than usual. New York was it's own beast, but it was a different type of hustle and bustle. Nights like these made your heart ache for home - the thick Massachusetts accents, the rowdy voices of bar patrons arguing about the game, the hugs shared between family members as they parted after dinner, and the faint smell of nicotine and alcohol that hung in the air.

As the neon sign that hung in the pub window came in to view you felt your heart dip down into your stomach. Last weekend’s visit had to be cancelled due to some stuff coming up with Chris’ work and a surprise assignment for you, so you hadn’t seen your boyfriend in 2 weeks. With a deep breath you swung open the door and scanned the crowd for him. He told you that he would be there promptly at 7:15pm for pregame shenanigans with his friends - which actually translated to how many pitchers of beer could they suck down before kick off.

“Aw, come ON! That is such a bullshit call!”

You heard him before you saw him. Of course. A grin spread across your lips as you shook your head. The thought of leaving to avoid secondhand embarrassment crossed your mind briefly before you picked up your feet and made your way through the crowd toward the sound. A room full of people from New England and you would still recognize that voice anywhere.

Everyone else seemed to fade away as you saw the outline of the tall, dark haired man standing at the bar. The slight freckles that spattered the back of his neck, the Brady jersey that he spent WAY too much money customizing, and the signature backward ball cap were ingrained in your subconscious memory. Not to mention if you didn’t recognize his outline or his voice, you would definitely recognize that ass anywhere.

You loved how passionate he got about sports and the way his Boston accent seemed to get thicker with each beer he consumed. Growing up in the area, you wouldn't think the accent would send a tingle down your spine the way it does, but it was different - it was Chris. Not to mention the sparkle in his eye when he would watch his favorite team or the way he would get in to arguments whenever someone tried to say something negative about them. You loved your big, handsome, over-sized toddler man so damn much.

A light tap on his shoulder made him whip around, his slightly opened mouth from his interrupted conversation curved upwards into a wicked grin as he made the connection of who was finally standing in front of him.

“Hey there, handsome. I don’t see a ring on your finger. You single?” You grinned, feeling your entire body fill with warmth as Chris leaned back and grabbed his chest as he erupted in laughter.

“Nah, nah, nah, unfortunately for you I am taken” he responded as he snaked his arms around your waist, sliding his hands into your back pockets as he pulled you into his figure.

“That is too bad,” you tsk'd, running a finger down his toned bicep, “she’s one lucky girl.”

“I think I’m the lucky one,” he grinned. He leaned down to meet your lips in a kiss. You sighed into it, allowing your body to mold itself so perfectly into his. The taste of beer on his lips and the smell of his cologne was intoxicating - it was home. You immediately allowed him entrance as you felt his tongue glide along your bottom lip. Your body felt small in his strong grip and you couldn’t help but laugh a bit as he gave your ass a firm squeeze. Normally, this type of bold, public display of affection would make you cringe away but at this point you were lost in Chris that you had absolutely no shame. Each time the two of you embraced had always felt like the first. Your heart still fluttered and your knees still got weak, like you were a 16 year old being kissed for the first time.

In the middle of your reunion moment, however, something happened in the game that made the entire bar erupt in boo’s and curses. Chris lifted his lips from yours to look over his shoulder and inspect what he had missed. You laughed and shook your head as you pushed him back towards his friends and took a seat in the bar stool he had been standing behind initially. His large hands found a natural place on your shoulders. While his eyes remained glued on the TV he began applying a moderate amount of pressure to your neck and shoulders. You didn’t realize how much your body craved that touch, his touch, until you immediately melted back into him.

The bartender slid a beer in front of you with a wink and you mouthed your thanks. You felt a twinge in your heart as you looked around, taking in the atmosphere of the bar. This was a typical weekend night for the two of you whenever you were living together. Football, drinks, pub food, and friends. If it wasn’t this pub it was your living room, just a couple blocks away. You didn’t even mind that it was your first night back and you weren’t alone, spending it immediately wrapped up in your satin sheets. The atmosphere, the people - it was so warm and familiar that you really wouldn’t rather be doing anything else. Plus, being wrapped up together in the sheets was sure to follow.

“I missed you,” hummed a pair of lips as they placed a kiss on the shell of your ear. A shiver shot down your spine at the sensation of his warm breath fanning over your neck. You reached up a hand and connected it to the nape of his neck.

“I missed you too,” you replied, turning your head to plant a kiss on his stubbled cheek.

His arms changed position as he wrapped them in front of your shoulders and crossed them, resting his chin on the top of your head. Your hand absentmindedly rubbed his forearms as you nursed your beer and placed your focus onto the game for the first time tonight.

The laughter seemed to escape from your chest naturally and effortlessly the entire night, as it always had a habit of doing when Chris was around. The camaraderie between him and his buddies during a game was something you’d grown to enjoy over the years. Chris’ competitive nature and the way his jaw clenched when something wasn’t going the way he wanted was always kinda...hot. All of his friends were huge assholes, but in the best way. It was always entertaining to hear them jab at each other and do what they could to rile someone up. They were the life of every party you had ever attended and they had a way of making a boring night a lot more interesting.

Thankfully (for the integrity of the bar) the Pats won the game with a surprise touchdown in the last 30 seconds of the game. Chris, being the guy he is, bought a final round for his friends and a nearby group they had been going back and forth with all night. You couldn’t help but laugh as he drunkenly leaned across the counter and slurred his order to the bartender.

“I need a round for m’friends and for these assholes over here who thought Tom Brady was anything but a winner!” the group started yelling in protest and he simply waved them off and started sliding beers down the bar.

The group eventually moved to a bigger round top so everyone could shoot the shit and banter about the outcome of the game. You were tucked into Chris’ side, hands intertwined as he was passionately discussing the importance of Brady’s legacy with a stranger who made the mistake of stopping to talk to him. Your eyes followed the motion of your thumb as it traced small circles onto the back of his. Your other hand under your chin, holding up the weight of your head as your exhaustion started to catch up with you. Chris, although slightly drunk, picked up on your body language and raised your hand to his lips for a kiss.

“Alright, fellas,” he said as he stood up from his seat, pulling you up with him, “the lady and I are gonna call it a night. See you boys next weekend”.

“Chris, we don’t have to go,” you began to protest as he tucked his jacket around your shoulders.

“Mm, ‘course we do,” he replied with a soft smile, “you’re so tired, baby. I can see it in those beautiful eyes”.

You could feel your cheeks turn a light shade of pink as you rolled your eyes at his attempt at laying it on thick. After what felt like a proper 10 minute goodbye session, the group said their final goodbyes, hugs included, and you walked out of the pub hand in hand.

The walk home was filled with the sounds of cars passing by and conversation of what each other had missed in the week prior. Small talk typically felt like such a chore, but with Chris every conversation came naturally. Even when he had absolutely no idea what you were talking about, he would listen intently and ask all the questions as if it was the most interesting conversation in the world.

The lock on the apartment door clicked as you pushed it open and entered. You smiled as you stopped into the middle of the living room, taking in the home you missed so dearly. A soft tapping of toenails against the hardwood made your heart soar as you met the eyes of your sweet pup, Dodger. A squeal left your lips as you squatted down to give love to the sweet boy. Chris always made fun of you when you came home, saying that you always seemed to miss Dodger more than you did him and I mean, he wasn’t entirely wrong about that statement.

Once again lost in your own world, you didn’t even notice Chris leaned up against the wall watching you with a smile.

“Oh my god,” you gushed, standing up, “do you like...like me or something?”

Chris grinned as he crossed the room and caught your belt loop with his finger, pulling you into him slowly.

“Yeah,” his voice had dropped down an octave, “you could say that”.

“Mm,” your tongue swiped across your lower lip and you wrapped your arms around his neck, “care to show me how much?”

The look in his eyes made your core burn. The tension building between you two became too much to handle as you crashed your lips into his. The kisses were messy and you could feel the sense of urgency between you two. His beard scratched against the column of your throat with a delicious burn as he left wet kisses across your jaw and down the side of your neck. Chris’ hands found their way back into the ass pockets of your jeans as he started walking you back towards the direction of the bedroom.

Soon, there was a trail of clothes leading to your bedroom and you felt very sorry for your neighbors. It had been a long time, but Chris always had a way of welcoming you home.

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Boca del Diablo (Javier Peña x f!reader)

Pairing: Javier Peña x f!reader

Summary: I was wrong but I was doing it right; and we would steal each other’s grief, we were thin but we were thick as thieves; you gotta hold me down, ‘cause I might slip away, slip into the past.

Word count: +5.7k

Warnings: ANGST, you guys this is AWFULLY SAD, so, beware. mentions of alcohol and drinking.

A/N: oh god, okay; this is technically a ficsong, based and inspired by Mouth of the Devil by Mother Mother. also, the first time i heard that song i knew it was SO made for Javier Peña, i couldn’t just not write something based on it... I JUST COULDNT. im not sorry. also also i wanna thank my forbidden kitties @ezrasbirdie and @starlightmornings for proofreading and telling me it makes sense, love you so much guys. Jesus Christ Superstar i really should stop hurting javi huh.

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The first thing Javier did when he arrived to Laredo was tour his house around; he walked around the living room, looking at all the pictures his dad had hung onto the walks, he took his time to admire all the faces and the expressions and the situations; he took the time to reminisce about moments of his life he hadn’t given himself the time before to reminisce. He walked the narrow hallways of the house he grew up in.

It was like meeting the house again, even if after leaving he had visited, even if he knew exactly what was in what corner, even if he still remembered that stash of cigarettes he had hidden under a wooden panel in the floor when he was seventeen; he was familiarizing himself again with it; like the prodigal son coming back to a place he had forgotten because he need to forget it.

He discovered that day, after not living in that place for over thirteen years, that it was timeless.

It was as if the house itself was a spot in time that hadn’t moved; as if the place it was built on was rooted down so far into the ground that not even distance or time changed it.

The second thing Javier did when he arrived to Laredo was sleep.

He told Chucho he wouldn’t eat the dinner he had made and that he preferred to eat it for lunch the next day and just shut himself into his old room and slept for twelve hours.

When Javier woke up, he didn’t feel rested, but his mind had stopped reeling from all those excruciatingly exhaustive thoughts he had been carrying with him since he packed up the close to ten years he spent in Colombia into three suitcases and spent three hours inside a plane and two hours driving down from the airport.

In the twelve hours he slept, he didn’t dream at all, and for he was grateful to be so tired that his brain just had shut down for half a day; he didn’t need the constant reminders of what his life decisions had turned into. He didn’t need to dream about the pain he saw, tamed, and caused.

Javier didn’t want to go out of the house at all; because he knew there would be people that asked him about his doings like he was some kind of hero; they would ask him details about the things he did in what they called South America, details he wasn’t ready to even remember, as he wasn’t even ready to correct them; that it wasn’t South America, that it was just Colombia. As if he didn’t want to ruin their perceptions of him; when in reality he didn’t even want to be perceived.

The first time Javier went out of the house he drove to a convenience store that was there since before he was born; another proof that everything in that town he so wanted to get out of and leave behind him as a kid was timeless and immovable.

That time he forgo the cigarettes, as he was decided to try to quit smoking once again; and as he was walking out of the store with a plastic bag full of crap he shouldn’t eat and stuff he didn’t really need, across the street he saw you.

Javier just stood there, like a newly put statue, he watched you hop into a truck he was sure wasn’t yours or your dad’s and as the truck drove away with you in your pretty short sundress inside, he knew, once again, that he was completely and utterly screwed.

He had frozen in place because in that time, in the two minutes it took you to leave, the only thing that invaded his mind was what he did to you.

The second time Javier went out of the house, he had decided to visit some of his old friends that still lived in Laredo; the ones that, unlike him, had stayed there for reasons he, at the short age of twenty, didn’t really understand, but years later, at what he considered the middle of his life, comprehended at last.

None of them asked about Colombia; and, while he was grateful, he was sure it was because one of them told the others not to.

It was as if the subject of him working there had become a taboo; something that they spoke about and debated amongst themselves when he wasn’t there, and he preferred it that way.

Javier was enjoying the time he spent remembering stuff that hadn’t gotten people killed; he liked the feeling of nostalgia that sharing old stories and old experiences with friends made him heel; until someone mentioned you.

He learned then that what had gone down between you and him had also become a taboo; something only his and your generations and the parents of your mutual friends knew about but never said a thing, something that, as in most small towns happened, was a topic that someone brought up when they saw you walk by, or Lorraine, or his dad.

He had even escaped being the prompter of his own fall out being discussed by people on the narrow streets of downtown Laredo.

Javier also learned then that you were a month away from getting married.

The first emotion Javier felt when he heard the words “she's getting married on the fifteenth” was rage; not at you or at your husband to be, but at himself. Because he knew that if he had played his cards right, he would be the one you were sharing your life with.

The second emotion Javier felt was a profound, almost abysmal regret. Because if he had stayed put for thirty-six months he would've been the one you would’ve married. Because if he had stopped his unhealthy, obsessive desire to leave everything he knew and looked at you with all the love he felt for you, he wouldn’t have done what he did. But it was way too late to realize it.

The third emotion Javier felt was sadness. Because even when he had made sense of what he did and convinced himself he was doing the right thing, even when he was doing it wrong, the outcome had been the opposite of what he wanted.

He ruined his life trying to get a better one.

Javier had one too many beers that night and excused himself from the reunion; as he drove away he pulled over because there was an overwhelming question dragging itself from his brain to his chest and settled there like a rusty nail perforating his skin: when was the last time he had thought about you?

There was a difference that he noticed there; as he sat inside his truck in the middle of the country road with the crickets replying to the others and a few car noises at the distance; one thing was wondering about what was of you, asking himself in the little idle times he had in his job if you were doing fine, if you were mad at him, if you were happy, and another, polarizing, totally opposite thing was thinking about you and the years you spent together.

He avoided it.

Thinking about you consoling him with your body when words weren't enough, you understanding him to the deep ends of his persona, you, knowing him exactly as he was, as young as he was, complete as he wasn’t. You meeting him in vulnerability, in nudity, in cynicism, even meeting him in drinking and getting drunk with him every other weekend just to laugh about nothing and fuck like bunnies.

You and the perfect aura and the immaculate energy you exude at all times and that when he was inside you, he felt you share with him.

He avoided it because he knew that he didn’t deserve to get any of it back; but Jesus how much he wanted it.

So Javier decided, inside his semi-alcoholized head, that he had to do what he didn’t do when he had the chance.

He turned the truck back on and gave an U turn that he knew would get him fined if someone had seen him and drove back to where he came from.

He drove by muscle memory. Even after sixteen years he still knew the way and could drive with his eyes closed if he felt brave enough.

But he wasn’t feeling brave or encouraged or self assured; everything he was feeling as he drove was a heavy, disorienting need to fix what he broke.

Or try to.

He got into the driveway and started honking like a crazy man inside the afternoon traffic of the city; someone had to come out at some point.

And you did.

Javier couldn’t identify the emotions he felt when he saw you opening the door of your house or what he felt when he noticed your expression as you recognized the truck and him inside it. He couldn’t name the exact feeling of his chest tugging when you stood there, on your porch, dead on your feet, a hand covering your mouth when he got out of the truck.

He saw you see him; your face paled as he walked up to you, your eyes widened open, he felt like an apparition and guessed he was; nothing but an unwanted sight of a past he was sure you wanted to forget.

He noticed the simple and complex emotions your eyes poured out as he tried to say hi to you with a hand wave.

And even then, half drunk, standing on your porch after who knows how many years, he knew it was something that was supposed to happen.

“What… what are you doing here?” was the first question you asked him, Javier didn’t even have a response to it.

“If I say the truth you wouldn’t want to listen to me.” he said. He saw you shaking your head slightly and looked at you with clinical eyes.

It was as if the time hadn’t passed through you; you were still as beautiful as he remembered you. As terrifyingly gorgeous as the first time he saw you when he crashed your nineteenth party with his friends from college; as inexplicably stunning as a twenty-two year old guy could make sense of.

“What do you want?” was the second question you asked him, and Javier wanted so many things he didn’t know which one to say first.

He looked at you with that expression you had on your face the first and the last time you said goodbye to each other.

“Can we talk?” he replied, you looked at him and bit your lower lip and Javier had to close his eyes because he wanted to do that himself.

“Sure.” you muttered, Javier nodded a few times as he opened his eyes and you had crossed your arms tight on your chest.

“Can we go somewhere else?” he asked, shoving his hands inside the pockets of his jeans.

You stood quiet again as he guessed you were pondering your reply, and he felt like he was asking you to go out with him two weeks after your birthday party.

“Where?” was the third question you asked him “I’m kinda busy.”

“Just for a drive, please.” Javier heard himself begging, but didn’t really care for it.

“I–I don’t th–”

“Please,” he cut you off, “I just… fuck, I just need to talk to you.” he sighed out.

Javier couldn’t stand the look you were giving him, he couldn’t bear the feeling that your eyes on him were giving him because he had a specific memory of you looking at him with a shine in your eyes he didn’t see anymore as you stood in front of him and he was hating it.

“Okay,” you murmured, “let me go get my bag.”

He nodded, and you turned around and walked back inside. You didn’t close the front door and from where he was standing, he could see some parts of the house and some chat inside he couldn’t make out.

He wasn’t half drunk anymore; the weight of the emotions he was feeling were enough to sober him up. But he knew, as he stood there waiting for you, with the most pressing feeling he had felt in decades, hitching his breath and cutting his flow of air, that it was most probably that he wouldn’t get what he wanted. And that was scraping at the well-manicured mask he had built for himself.

You walked out of the house with your bag hanging from your shoulder and gave him a brief glance as you walked to his truck. He let out a heavy sigh and jogged a bit to catch up.

Javier didn’t know where he was driving to. He just didn’t think you would say yes, so he didn’t bother to think of a place to take you; he knew you’d appreciate going somewhere without many people. As you were less than a month away from your wedding and Laredo was a place where if the wrong person saw you walking around with your ex, bad shit could happen.

The truck’s engine roaring was the only thing that made any noise. You were sitting on the opposite side of the seat, all but glued to the window, avoiding to look at him; he understood it; he didn’t even know why you had said yes in the first time.

Javier was still thinking of a place to stop the truck, and as you stirred on the seat, he saw a familiar deviation with an old, tattered, fainted wooden sign on the edge pointing to the right that read Boca del Diablo, leading to a narrow dirt path surrounded by semi-overgrown wild plants.

He turned there and saw you stiffen on your side of the seat out of the corner of his eyes; he wanted to ask you if you remembered the place but instead you glared at him.

“What are we doing here, Javier?” you asked. He wouldn’t admit even to himself that he felt his stomach turn around itself when he heard his name being pronounced by you.

“You remember this place?” he asked anyway as he drove to where the dirt path became a wide opening that led to the edge of a cliff.

“What is it to remember?” you muttered in response, Javier pulled over and turned to you.

“Well, this was our place.” he shrugged slightly and turned off the ignition.

“No, this wasn’t our place,” you murmured, looking back at him, “it was a place where every single couple in Laredo came to make out.”

Javier huffed and nodded a couple of times, he noticed the way you were looking at him and, even in the darkness of the open country and the inside of the truck, he could see the way your brow was furrowing slightly, he wished to know what you were thinking.

“We made it ours.” he whispered back.

“Javier,” you sighed out, he knew you were getting exasperated “fucking in the back of your truck hardly was making a place ours.”

Your words made something inside him sting. He wondered if his actions had made you shift the meaning of your memories; he wouldn’t find it hard to believe.

“Why are you here?” you asked him, Javier was looking for your eyes but he found them outside, on the walnut tree you and him used as shade when you came there before the sunset.

“It made sense,” he replied. You scoffed and turned to face him, Javier saw your eyes water in front of him and took a deep breath “I didn’t know where else to go.”

“Right.” Javier saw you take a deep breath and swallow your tears. He wanted to hug you but instead gripped the steering wheel with a hand.

“You’re getting married.” he said, not as a question, but matter-of-factly.

“Yeah.”

“Can I ask why?” you bit your lip with a smirk on your face and Javier felt his chest compress.

“You really wanna know?” your voice was low and soft but it weighed on him like an anvil. He nodded. “I finally found someone brave enough to stay.” you replied with a shrug.

“I stayed.” Javier let out before he could stop himself and you glared at him with a frown.

He closed his eyes and rubbed his lids with the heel of his hand; he knew he was bad with the kind of conversations he wanted to have with you, and he knew you knew as well. But he still wanted to ask you so many things he didn’t even know he was curious about.

He knew exactly the moment he had fucked his and your lives, but he hadn’t stayed to look at the aftermath.

“You stayed,” you retorted “but you didn’t wait.”

“I know.”

“Why?” you asked him, now chasing for his eyes, Javier shook his head a couple of times and you shifted on the seat so you could face him with your body as well “why you didn’t wait?” you asked in a whisper.

“I don’t know.” he replied in a low voice and frowned when your reaction was to laugh.

As you looked around the truck’s cabin with that cynic smile of yours adorning your face, Javier saw a single tear rolling through your cheek that you didn’t bother to wipe off.

“You don’t know?” you let out a sob that sounded like a laugh, “you don't know why you threw away seven years of our lives?” he shook his head, and you opened your mouth in feigned amusement “seven years, Javier, unbelievable.”

“I tried to figure it out but I just couldn’t,” he murmured at you when you threw your head back and sniffed “it made sense at the time.”

“That’s bullshit.” you shrugged.

“It is.”

“I…” Javier started, he tried to find the correct words to phrase what he wanted to say “I know that what I did wasn’t good or an–”

“Wasn’t good?” you cut him off “that’s not really how I would phrase it, Javier.”

“I know, I’m trying, okay?”

“It doesn’t look like it,” you whispered again and rolled your eyes at the tears Javier could see flooding your eyes “you didn’t wait for me, you didn’t even try!”

“I did! I swear I did, but I wa–”

“Everyone knew us, Javier,” you cut him off again and he sighed “everybody in town thought that we would be that couple that stayed together forever,” you snarled as two thick tears made their way from your eyes to your cheeks and he had to refrain himself from leaning and brush them off “I thought that too.”

“Please,” he sighed. You shook your head slowly.

“And now, after what? twenty years? you com–”

“Sixteen.” he interrupted.

“What?”

“After sixteen years, it’s been sixteen years.” he muttered.

“Right, sixteen,” you huffed again and licked your lips. Javier remembered that little gesture as a sign of nervousness when you were barely an adult, “after all that time, you come back to break into my life,” you raised your hands in question, Javier chewed the inside of his cheek “for what? why?”

“Today Matt told me you were getting married,” he said, you rolled your eyes at him and Javier shifted slightly closer to you on the seat “I just knew I needed to see you first,” he saw you see through him and he felt once again like an apparition “I just realized I never stopped thinking about you.”

“Stop it,” you raised a finger to him, Javier stiffened up “don’t do that,” you shook your head at him “because when you should’ve thought about me, and about us, you didn’t,” Javier nodded his chin a few times “you don’t get to do that to me,” you sniffed and he closed his eyes when your voice started shaking “not after everything, not after you promised me you’d wait and then finding someone else.”

“I didn’t find her,” Javier opened his eyes as he said it, you rolled your eyes at him again, “I wasn’t even looking for someone else.”

“You’re lying,” you shook your head again, Javier mirrored the action, “don’t lie to me, that’s the only thing I’m asking, don’t lie.”

“You know I don’t like lying, I’m not.” he whispered, you let out a sob.

“Then what the fuck happened? huh?” you shifted closer “I asked for one thing, I asked you to wait, you knew I left town to do what I wanted, what happened that made you run to Lorraine?”

Javier moved closer to you and threw every sense of courtesy and respect out of the window; he grabbed you by the shoulders and pressed you against him. You didn’t try to fight him and he took it as a good sign, but you didn’t hug him back.

Your head rested on his collarbone and he could smell the softness of your shampoo, and wondered in the back of your head if you used the same strawberry conditioner he liked so much.

“Y’know,” you said, shifting your head so you could breathe “Lorraine and I talked when I came back,” Javier hummed in surprise but felt his body shiver at the thought of you and Lorraine sharing the only thing you two had in common with each other; him, “we tried to make sense of what happened but never actually could… what happened?”

“I wish I knew.” he whispered against your hair and felt you shiver, you buried your face in his chest.

“It’s not fair that you don’t know,” you muttered out, your voice being muffled by his shirt and his skin and him and he gripped you tighter “it’s not fair because I’ve been asking myself that question all this time.”

“I tried to make sense out of it,” he broke the brief silence that formed around you, his words like a knife that was sharp enough to mull but not cut, “I thought I was doing the right thing, even if I was doing it wrong.”

You separated from him suddenly and he immediately missed the warmth of your body on him; it was as if he had never stopped holding you.

“Help me understand this,” you murmured, “I left town to do something you knew I wanted to do for so long,” you recounted in a low, deep voice, Javier nodded, “I left with the promise that you would wait here, that it was my turn of doing something I wanted and that you would be here waiting for me, it was only three years, you told me you’d wait,” he nodded his head again, trying to shove away the need of breaking down as you did “but as soon as I crossed the state line you ran to Lorraine,” you said, Javier opened his mouth but you raised your hand to him before he could pronounce a word; he hated that your version was like that, he hated it, “you started dating her saying nothing to me, and I had to find out, because my dad saw you kissing her inside this same truck,” Javier saw you close your eyes in pain as another pair of charged tears fell from them “and he called me to tell me to never come back, and you’re telling me it was the right thing?” you shook your head and Javier felt his throat close at the sight of your face quirked in pain from an old wound he just reopened “what was I to you tha–”

“Everything,” he cut you off, you sighed “you were everything to me,” he cleared his throat and begged his brain for some reason and sense so he could explain to you and give you what he thought you needed to know “and you didn’t deserve me making you responsible for my own well being.”

He saw you frown as you wiped away the tears you had shed.

“That doesn’t make sense, Javier.”

“Think about it, miel,” he tried to explain, barely noticing he had slipped the old nickname he had given you when the first time he kissed you and whispered that your lips were as sweet as honey, he brushed it off and looked at you and your unsure eyes and your bouncy leg and he was regretting everything he had done in his life up to that point until he saw you tilt your head, asking him silently to continue “we were young and stupid and we were both vulnerable,” he reminisced and you nodded ever so slightly “when we met we had lost a lot and I instantly became dependent on you and you know it,” you nodded again, another tear rolling out, he raised his hand and brushed it off, his hand stayed on your cheek, cupping your face, “the only reason I was living and breathing for was you and I knew you didn’t deserve to be the reason I was alive,” he leaned closer “you didn’t deserve to be anything else than my girlfriend.”

You let out a soft sob and looked at him with dovey, dampened eyes, his own were watering as well.

“I’ve always regretted the way I dealt with things, and I’ve always wondered what would be of us if I talked to you instead.” he whispered and then you leaned to rest your head on his shoulder, wrapping your arms around his middle.

Javier almost cradled you. He wrapped his arms around you too as you tried to drown your sobs and he felt the cold sting of a tear making its way out of his eye.

“You ran away.” you whispered, he nodded.

“I did,” he agreed and barely heard you asking why “everything fell on me out of the blue,” he shrugged with you still resting on his shoulder and his hand started gently rubbing your back “Lorraine almost forced me to propose, your dad was so mad at me he stopped doing business with my dad,” he explained, you hummed in affirmation “so my dad was mad at me too,” he scoffed, “and I couldn’t face you,” he whispered, gripping you tighter to him “I knew that you would throw everything on my face and I wouldn’t recover from that, so I just left everything behind.”

“What a fucking coward.” you whispered, Javier huffed a soft laugh.

“Yeah.” he blinked a few times. You sighed and Javier felt the warm breath that came out of your mouth clashing with his skin, making him think about all the times he had you between his arms inside that same truck in different circumstances. He yearned for those times to come back, he wished for a second chance he knew he wouldn’t get as soon as you pronounced:

“I’m supposed to be making the seating chart.”

Javier’s breath hitched when he heard it, and he scoffed at himself because in the back of his mind, deep inside himself, he held a glimpse of hope that maybe if you talked to each other, things would change. But it was a childish thought and of course… You weren’t ruining your own life again.

“You’re still getting married?” he asked.

Javier felt you undo the grip you had around him and you pushed yourself away from him.

“Don’t do this.” you shook your head. Javier saw you shift further away from him; you opened the door and jumped out of the truck and into the empty space that was the viewpoint of Boca del Diablo, he did the same; opened the door and got out of the truck to the cold air of the night and jogged around the truck to stand next to you as you threw your head back and looked at the dark, star-filled sky.

His logical side was screaming at him to stop, he knew he wasn’t being fair to you; he knew perfectly that you wouldn’t say yes; but he wanted to try so hard, he wanted to do whatever it was in his power to have you again.

He saw you there, standing in the middle of a darkish, barely moonlight illuminated, dry dirt viewpoint at the edge of a cliff he had taken you so many times when you were together, and all the feelings he had made sure to shove and hide deep inside himself came bubbling up. He never stopped loving you, and he had lost you once already, he didn’t want to lose you again even if he didn’t have you anymore.

“Miel,” he started next to you, he heard you let out a soft no “miel, is he good to you?” he asked.

You turned to see him and Javier saw the confusion in your face, he stepped closer and reached for your hand.

“As good as he can be.” you whispered in reply.

“What if…” he gripped your hand, you shook your head slowly “what if I told yo–”

“No.” you said before he could finish, Javier tugged you closer to him.

“Come with me.” he let out, softly, almost imperceptible even to his own ear.

“No.” you whined out after a sob.

“Please.” he heard himself beg again.

“Don’t, Javier please don’t do this.” you cried out again. He looked at you, the moonlight making your eyes shine with all the previously shed and yet to slide out tears.

“Miel,” he said, it was like his own judgement was blinded by the feelings he had been neglecting to process over the last sixteen years of his life; he knew he was talking but he wasn’t thinking about his own words, “I promise there was neve–”

“Javier, don’t.” you whispered, thick tears rolling out of your eyes that he brushed with his free hand.

“There was never anyone that could love me like you did…” he let out, you shook your head and he cupped your face.

“Stop it.” your voice was so thin he could barely hear it.

“...and I tried, miel, god knows I tried to find someone like you…” you opened your eyes to him and looked at him deeply.

“Please, stop.” you whispered again.

“...I was with so many women…” he whispered and leaned into you, you sighed and Javier could feel the warmth of your breath against his mouth “...so many of them and I couldn’t feel anything…” he felt another tear escaping from his eye and you reached to him, you didn’t brush it but your touch made his skin burn “...not one of them made me feel what you did, miel…” he pressed his forehead against yours “not a single one.”

“Why are you telling me this?” you whispered out, Javier tried to calm his racing heart as he fought himself from kissing you.

“Because no one was enough, miel, no one was you.” his voice was soft and he sighed slightly, you closed your eyes as a sob died inside your chest. Javier brushed his thumb on the skin of your cheek and you, out of the sudden, closed the distance with him.

Javier hummed in surprise but his lips acted by themselves. You tasted the same as the first and last time he had kissed you; sweet as honey.

You ate his lips gently, still whimpering and still crying, you brushed your tongue with this lower lip and he opened his mouth to let you in; he was willing to give you everything you wanted. He wanted to give you everything you asked for.

With the same sharpness you started the kiss you finished it.

Javier wanted to chase your mouth and keep kissing you until his lips went numb but you stepped back from him and shook your head as you licked your lower lip; he sighed once again with the wet flesh of his lip still tingling.

“You know that I can’t, right?” you asked, holding back his hand, he stood there, watching you look at him, “you know I won't risk my entire life just because the man I’ve been loving for twenty years came back, right?”

Javier dropped his gaze to the door and attempted to say that he knew; that he understood, that he wished you to be happy and that he only wanted to try because he loved you. He wanted to say that he was happy to know you still loved him after all those years and that he knew you had the right to decide what to do with your life. But he could only nod.

“I grew out of my pain, Javi,” you whispered, gripping his hand, he lifted his head to look at you, you were giving him a smile he thought he would never see again; small, soft, yours, “it doesn't hurt me anymore; you did what you did for yourself and I understood,” he nodded again, “now I’m doing what i need to do for myself.”

“Does he make you happy?” he asked in a mumble, you scoffed at him.

“Mostly.” you replied, Javier tugged you against him again and held you inside his arms.

“Good.” he whispered, burying his head inside the crook of your neck, he felt your hands roaming gently up and down his back and he wished you could touch him like that for the rest of his life.

“I’m gonna get married, Javier,” you said, he shook his head, “yeah, and I’m gonna move to San Antonio, too.”

“No.” he let out, his voice small, he felt you shake.

“Yes,” you sniffed, he held you tighter “and I’m gonna try to be happy,” you said before a sob came out of you, Javier felt your heartbeat against his nose and wished to feel it for the rest of his life, “even when I know I’m gonna forever feel sad that you’re not the one I wake up next to every morning.” you whispered.

“We can still do that.” he mumbled against your skin, he felt you shaking your head and he held you closer to him.

“I’m not gonna do that to him,” you replied, Javier sighed “because I love him too, he doesn’t deserve that.”

Javier lifted himself from where he was hidden in your body and looked at you; he slid his hands from your waist to your arms and your face and cupped it with both hands.

“What about you and me?” he let out; he heard himself and hated how broken his voice was. He felt the way your breath hitched as he finished asking and he saw you close your eyes.

“We don’t deserve each other anymore, Javi.”

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sunflowers. | harry styles.

pairing: harry styles x fem!reader (dad!harry, husband!harry)

summary: harry is very much in love with his little family.

word count: 2724 words

warning(s): a sprinkle of sexual mentions and a whole lot of fluff

disclaimer: gif is not mine.

author’s note: hey there. been a while. i missed writing here and the reason i haven’t been doing that is because i was focused on finishing school. of course now, i still am busy with school, having to start my degree. but i miss writing so i thought i’d make this little piece here. it’s my first harry styles fic! quite exciting and nerve-wrecking for me. but as always, leave a like and a comment if you enjoyed this, also constructive comments do help me to improve my writing and i do want to be better at it. and reblog (!) it really helps writers out in creating content for you so pls do so if you like it. all the love x

She pushes her cart down the aisle as she browses through the shelves of delicious snacks. She already has picked out a bunch of biscuits and juice boxes when her phone rings, making her jump a bit. She takes out her phone and smiles as the screen showcases the contact name ‘lovie’ with a picture of her husband. She accepts the call as she continues to stroll down the aisle.

“Hi, lovie!” she answers happily. “Hello, darling. Hope everything’s alright there,” Harry answers back. She giggles as she stops by the fruits and vegetables section. “Shouldn’t I be asking you that since you’re the one that’s looking after the house?” She questions about Harry’s intention of calling her. He chuckles through the phone. “Pfft, don’t be silly, love. I got everything under control here,” He says. She imagines how he is probably pouting a bit on the other side of the phone as she playfully rolls her eyes.

“Yeah, yeah, whatever you say, hun. Now, what do you need?” She asks, figuring that Harry has some last minute additions to the grocery. Harry hums and thinks as Y/N picks out some fresh salads. “Could maybe buy more bread for us?” He asks, which confuses Y/N as she thought she has already bought bread for them.

“Harry, didn’t I already buy those, like, two those days ago?” She questions as she starts picking out some fruits. She picks out two packets of strawberries and grapes each and one honeydew melon. She feels as though Harry is hesitating to answer back through the phone. “Yeah, but.. I got hungry so I finished most of them,” He says as though he is embarrassed by admitting this to his wife. Y/N only giggles at this information.

“You and your bread. Any kind that you fancy this time?” She asks as she makes her way to the wet area of the supermarket. “Just the usual ones. Oh, and the whole wheat bread if there’s any,” He requests. Y/N hears the sound of cutleries clanking in the background, though she brushes it off, thinking it is just Harry cleaning the kitchen. “Alright. I’ll see you guys at home, yeah? I’m nearly done here,”

“Of course, darling. Bubs and I will be waiting,” he says, and Y/N smiles at the thought of her little family at home. The couple say their goodbyes and hang up. Y/N makes a note to herself to get some bread after picking out some salmon before checking herself out of the supermarket.

After over a year of marriage, the both of them decided to start a family of their own. It excited her to think about Harry with their own child, knowing very well how good he is with children in general. They were both overjoyed by the news that they will be expecting a baby girl, more so of Harry than herself. He was ecstatic to be a father throughout the pregnancy journey. Even on the occasional dates they would go on, he would always make sure they picked some of the most private areas, paparazzi and fans-free. It was an important time for them and they wanted to keep things on the low most times.

Now, their baby girl Rosie is six months old and is just the purest ball of sunshine and happiness. Harry and Y/N swore that their hearts grew ten times bigger upon first laying their eyes on her baby. Of course after she was born, it was tiring enough for them to handle a baby as they were new to being parents. Though, they managed to get the hang of it after some sleepless nights and cleaning up baby vomit.

All of that which leads up to this moment where Y/N is buying some groceries for the family. Harry suggested they should take little Rosie out for a picnic. Although it was rather difficult to go outside without them getting papped and stalked, they luckily had a backyard that was big enough to have their little picnic together. It was all fenced up with a couple of flowers planted. It was ideally the perfect place to relax and have some family gatherings.

Y/N quickly gets home in time for dinner, not before buying some Chinese food for her and Harry. She unlocks the door and quickly rushes by the living room and into the kitchen to put the heavy bags of groceries down. Harry, who had been folding the laundry and entertaining his daughter, notices his wife and calls out to her. “Hi, honey!” Baby Rosie, who has been laying on a plush little blanket, perks her head up and excitedly babbles after her father’s voice. “Hey, lovie! Give me a minute to put these away!” Y/N yells back at him.

Harry hums and puts away the last of the clean laundry in a basket before laying on his side next to Rosie. He lets his baby grab a hold of his large hand. He watches as Rosie puts his tiny little hand on the center of his palms, smiling widely as she looks at him and babbles about in baby language. It’s not long until Y/N comes in with a bag of Chinese food and some baby food. “C’mon, let’s eat, my loves,” She gently says as she sets the food down on the coffee table. Rosie holds out her arms to her mother; much to her delight, Y/N carries her up and sets her down on her lap.

Y/N multitasks eating her dinner and feeding Rosie throughout dinner time. The faint sounds of a Fleetwood Mac album playing on the vinyl player filling the background. “So, what’s on the menu for tomorrow’s picnic?” He says as takes a bite off his spring roll. Y/N shrugs and wipes the excess baby food off Rosie’s mouth. “Don’t know yet. Maybe I’ll make those smoked salmon sandwiches that you like.”

Harry playfully moans in delight. “You mean, those sandwiches you make are award-winning, darling,” he says, which makes Y/N giggles at her silly husband. “Well, I hope they are, Mr. Styles. Would be shameful if the salmon I bought just went to waste.” Little Rosie eventually finishes her food and decides to play around with her mother’s hair. She stares and strokes on Y/N’s hair, gently tucking it at times. The couple smiles widely at the sight of their daughter. “You doing alright, bubs?” Rosie merely stares at her parents with her big green eyes, not understanding their question. It still amazes Y/N how much of Harry’s features Rosie inherited. “Surely you weren’t a handful with your daddy this evening, were you?” Y/N playfully questions.

Harry chuckles and takes Rosie out of Y/N’s arms. “No, she wasn’t. However, she wasn’t helpful in helping daddy with the laundry, were you princess?” He says as he lifts his baby girl above both of the couple’s heads, eliciting the sweetest laugh from Rosie. He does this a few more times until he stops since he didn’t want her to get dizzy and throw up.

It was a very domestic moment for them. Just the three of them, having dinner, smiles and laughter all around. It is moments like this where Harry prefers the simplicity of life, in the comfort of his little family. “Think it’s time for someone to go to dreamland, don’t ya think?” Y/N says as she caresses Rosie’s soft cheeks with her finger, Rosie obviously showing her tiredness with her droopy eyes. Harry nods in agreement, already packing up to empty food boxes to throw away.

“You wanna go up first, love? Nurse Rosie a bit. I’ll clean this up quickly.” Y/N insists on helping out Harry after he’s taken care of the house while she went to buy groceries. Though, Harry insists back on helping to clean, saying it’s no big deal. Without much of an argument, Y/N lifts up Rosie from his arms and heads up, not before giving Harry a loving kiss of appreciation.

After nursing her, Rosie quickly falls asleep in her mother’s arms, lulling to the faint sounds of her heartbeat as she rests her little head on her chest. Harry soon joins in the room and he stops to admire the sight he has become all too familiar with. Just the sight of the woman he loves, carrying and rocking their baby daughter to sleep, a feeling of warmth and peace fills his entire heart. Sometimes, he can’t believe how lucky he was to have ended up in this position and he always thanks the universe for blessing him a family that he loves with his entire soul.

Rosie gets tucked in her cot, a soft purple blanket covering her. Harry and Y/N go back into their room soon after. Harry lays on his bed with his eyes closed, humming a random tune while Y/N picks out her nightwear, which turns out to only be one of Harry’s T-shirts and underwear. “Can you believe she’s six months old now?” Harry asks out of the blue. Y/N turns around and stands between his legs. He sits up and gently pulls Y/N in by the waist. She runs her hands through his curls, he sighs in delight of the feeling. “Time flies, huh?”

“Soon she’s gonna start walkin’, runnin’, she’ll become quite the troublemaker,” he jokes and pouts at Y/N. She chuckles at his silliness. “It’s nothing we can’t handle, right?” She smiles at him lovingly as she strokes his cheeks. Harry smiles back and puts his head on her stomach, giving it a light kiss through the dress she’s wearing.

“Thank you. I feel like I haven’t said that enough,” he mumbles against her stomach. She looks down at him with a confused expression. “You carried her for a whole nine months and went through so much to deliver her to us. So, thank you. And I love you, darling. I’m so lucky.”

Y/N feels her breath hitched at his confession and she smiles at him. She leans down and kisses him hard. Sometimes, she thinks that she is the lucky one. She managed to find someone who loves and support her unconditionally, even through the late night snacks she had while pregnant with little Rosie. Harry doesn’t hesitate to kiss back and pulls her closer to him. She feels his tongue swipe across her bottom lip, asking for entrance. And who is she to deny making out with her incredibly talented and beautiful husband as she opens her mouth, making the kiss more passionate. Harry hears a soft moan from her and swears he feels shivers running up his spine.

They break away after feeling the oxygen running out of their lungs and lay their foreheads against each other’s, breathing heavily. “I love you, too,” she breathes out. They both smile widely at each other, feeling like teenagers in love. She pecks his lips one last time before pulling away from him. She starts undressing as she makes her way to the ensuite bathroom, Harry watching her every move as his mouth gapes open slightly.

God, my wife is so fucking beautiful, he thinks to himself. He continues to admire Y/N as she undresses until she’s fully nude. He gulps as he feels the blood rushing towards his lower region.

Harry’s cut out from his thoughts as a piece of fabric flungs to his face. He grabs it from his face and he chokes on his saliva upon seeing Y/N laced lavender-coloured underwear. He looks up to his wife leaning against the bathroom door, every inch of her on display for him and him only.

“Mind joining me for a shower, baby?” she smirks as she quickly heads in the shower.

When he hears the shower turn on, Harry jumps up from the bed and quickly takes off his clothes, tripping on his sweatpants on his way to join his wife in the shower.

━

Rosie giggles loudly and she reaches out for the blue butterfly in front of her. Y/N smiles at this soft moment and holds up her digital camera to take a picture. The sky was a nice shade of blue and clouds looked like cotton candy hanging above. The flowers in the garden were blooming and Harry managed to pick out two sunflowers for his sunflowers. It seemed like the perfect day.

Harry comes out with a bowl of freshly washed strawberries and grapes. He sits down next Y/N on the blanket they laid out, giving a soft kiss on her forehead, before looking over at his daughter. “What’s that, bub?” he asks Rosie in a seemingly excited voice. Rosie squeals and babbles to her father as she points out to the blue butterfly fluttering in front of her.

“That’s right, bubs! That's a butterfly!” Harry picks her up and puts her on his lap. Y/N is already munching away on the strawberries. Harry opens his mouth to her, implying that he wants to be fed with the red fruits, Y/N rolls her eyes at his silliness but complies as she puts it in his mouth, plucking out the stem. As she does this, little Rosie looks at the exchange and opens her mouth wide, copying Harry. The couple merely laughed at the little girl’s behaviour.

“You want a strawberry, Rosie?” Y/N smiles as picks one out, she bites lightly on the tip of it so Rosie could have the smallest bite of the fruit. Rosie whines and reaches out for the tiny piece. “Calm down, you bugger. Might wanna say ‘please’ to mommy first, yea?” Harry says to her gently as he rubs her back.

Of course, Rosie wouldn’t know how to say any words at all yet, so she babbles in her baby language and whines to be fed. “Think that might be ‘please’, love,” he says jokingly to his Y/N.

“Well, who am I to say no to the cutest girl ever?” She jokes back and puts the tiny piece of strawberry in Rosie’s mouth, her mouth slightly stained from the juices. Harry wipes it off with a napkin and leans back on his arms, admiring the beautiful day outside. He takes in the clean summer air as he listens to his daughter babbling about to her mother, Y/N merely nods back as if she understands and talks in the most gentle voice to her.

Harry sees Rosie picking up the large sunflower he picked out, her little fingers brushing against the yellow petals. He takes a look at Y/N and as he sees her smile, he thinks back about how lucky he is to have them two. There is not a day where Harry was never in awe of the love and passion Y/N gives to the family and he thinks of how he couldn’t possibly love his Rosie more every day.

He breaks off the other sunflower from its stem and tucks it behind Y/N’s ear. She looks up and blushes at the gesture. “You okay, H?” she asks.

Harry nods and smiles at her. “I just really love you,” he says as he cups Y/N’s cheek, stroking it gently.

Y/N feels the heat rising up to her cheeks. There is not a day where she’ll ever stop being in love with the man in front of her. She holds the hand that’s resting on her cheek and kisses it softly. “I really love you too,”

She leans forward and gives him a kiss or two. They both smile widely at each other, radiating the same amount of love, if not more, that they have for each other. Rosie squeals and claps her chubby hands together as she watches the sweet exchange between her parents. They both laugh at her cuteness. “And we love you too, my little love!” Y/N exclaims to her as she cups her cheeks and plants many kisses all over her face, making Rosie squeal in delight. Harry laughs and smiles at the sight.

Life certainly feels good to him. Surrounded by the loves of his life, there’s no place or moment Harry would exchange this beautiful day with them.

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